MR JORROCKS 



which, like most masters, he either thought, or 

 affected to think, very perfect. 



We left our friend stamping for Benjamin, who 

 made his appearance as soon as he could slip 

 downstairs and come up again, he having been 

 watching his master through the keyhole since 

 delivering the letter. 







' Now, Binjimin,' said Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing him 

 with one of his benevolent looks, and not knowing 

 exactly what to say ; ' now, Binjimin,' he repeated, 



* are the 'osses all right ? ' 



' Yes, sir, and the wehicle too.' 



'Werry good,' replied Mr. Jorrocks 'werry 

 good,' taking a half-emptied pot of Lazenby's 

 marmalade out of a drawer in his library table. 



* See now ! there 's a pot of marmeM for you ! ' 

 (Mr. Jorrocks had the knack of making the most 

 of what he did, and treated the half pot as a whole 

 one) 'and mind be a good bouy, and I make no 

 doubt you'll rise to be a werry great man 

 nothing gains man or louy the respect and esteem 



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