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'Well, you do get so7?te sleep, anyhow. And 

 then you bring your fish In to market and sell 

 them, and you can afford tO' laze about here all 

 day long. I paid threepence for a mackerel this 

 morning. A thousand threepences. . . .' 



'Us didn' get threepence each for 'em. Us 

 got six shillings a hunderd.' 



The fisherman remains obstinately short-spoken 

 and evasive until his questioner moves on, and then 

 he bursts out with, 'What the hell's the good for 

 the likes o' they to chatter like that? Questioning 

 o'ee an' wanting to know how much thee's earn, 

 an' how thee's earn it! S'pose we was to ask the 

 people what us takes out to sea how much their 

 income is, an' how they earns it, and w'er they gets 

 it honest or not. If they sees 'ee doing all right 

 for a week or two, they says thee't making a 

 fortune, an' when thee casn't do nort week a'ter 

 week, they don't take no notice o' thic. Let 

 'em get a fleet o' nets o' their own, an' work 

 'em themselves, an' see what 'tis like. I'll bound 

 they'd jolly soon tire o'it an' want our help, the 

 likes o' they mazed articles. They 'ouldn't laze 

 about all day a'ter nights to sea ; they'd go right to 

 bed, an' better 'fit us did the same out the way 

 o'em. An' yet they comes along telling off the 



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