Now here I've got my partner to take care on, and he's
something like the sort of man for the purpose. I want a man as is
always a-sliding off his legs when he ought to be on 'em. I want a
man as is so low down in the school of life that he's always a-making
figures of one in his copy-book, and can't get no further. I want a man
as is his own great coat and cloak, and is always a-wrapping himself up
in himself. And I have got him too,' said Mr Tapley, after a moment's
silence. 'What a happiness!'
He paused to look round, uncertain to which of the log-houses he should
repair.
'I don't know which to take,' he observed; 'that's the truth. They're
equally prepossessing outside, and equally commodious, no doubt, within;
being fitted up with every convenience that a Alligator, in a state of
natur', could possibly require. Let me see! The citizen as turned out
last night, lives under water, in the right hand dog-kennel at the
corner. I don't want to trouble him if I can help it, poor man, for
he is a melancholy object; a reg'lar Settler in every respect. There's
house with a winder, but I am afraid of their being proud.
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