'
Mr Tapley nodded assent. 'Well, sir! But bein' at that time full of
hopeful wisions, I arrives at the conclusion that no credit is to be got
out of such a way of life as that, where everything agreeable would be
ready to one's hand. Lookin' on the bright side of human life in short,
one of my hopeful wisions is, that there's a deal of misery awaitin' for
me; in the midst of which I may come out tolerable strong, and be jolly
under circumstances as reflects some credit. I goes into the world, sir,
wery boyant, and I tries this. I goes aboard ship first, and wery soon
discovers (by the ease with which I'm jolly, mind you) as there's no
credit to be got THERE. I might have took warning by this, and gave it
up; but I didn't. I gets to the U-nited States; and then I DO begin, I
won't deny it, to feel some little credit in sustaining my spirits. What
follows? Jest as I'm a-beginning to come out, and am a-treadin' on the
werge, my master deceives me.'
'Deceives you!' cried Tom.
'Swindles me,' retorted Mr Tapley with a beaming face. 'Turns his back
on everything as made his service a creditable one, and leaves me high
and dry, without a leg to stand upon.
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