'Thirty-seven pound ten and sixpence. The Savings' Bank said so at
least. I never counted it. But THEY know, bless you!' said Mark, with a
shake of the head expressive of his unbounded confidence in the wisdom
and arithmetic of those Institutions.
'The money we brought with us,' said Martin, 'is reduced to a few
shillings less than eight pounds.'
Mr Tapley smiled, and looked all manner of ways, that he might not be
supposed to attach any importance to this fact.
'Upon the ring--HER ring, Mark,' said Martin, looking ruefully at his
empty finger--
'Ah!' sighed Mr Tapley. 'Beg your pardon, sir.'
'--We raised, in English money, fourteen pounds. So, even with that,
your share of the stock is still very much the larger of the two you
see. Now, Mark,' said Martin, in his old way, just as he might have
spoken to Tom Pinch, 'I have thought of a means of making this up
to you--more than making it up to you, I hope--and very materially
elevating your prospects in life.'
'Oh! don't talk of that, you know, sir,' returned Mark. 'I don't want no
elevating, sir. I'm all right enough, sir, I am.
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