" He stepped forward energetically; he saw that one of his shoes was
burst at the side. As he stooped to make investigations, a man jostled him into
the gutter. "All right," he said. "That"s another nick in the score. I'll
jostle you later on."
Good clothes and boots are not cheap, and Dick left his last shop with the
certainty that he would be respectably arrayed for a time, but with only fifty
shillings in his pocket. He returned to streets by the Docks, and lodged
himself in one room, where the sheets on the bed were almost audibly marked in
case of theft, and where nobody seemed to go to bed at all. When his clothes
arrived he sought the Central Southern Syndicate for Torpenhow's address, and
got it, with the intimation that there was still some money waiting for him.
"How much?" said Dick, as one who habitually dealt in millions.
"Between thirty and forty pounds. If it would be any convenience to you, of
course we could let you have it at once; but we usually settle accounts
monthly."
"If I show that I want anything now, I'm lost," he said to himself. "All I need
I'll take later on." Then, aloud, "It"s hardly worth while; and I'm going to
the country for a month, too. Wait till I come back, and I'll see about it.
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