When a man has experienced some great and totally unexpected reverse of
fortune, has been swept from one plane of existence to another, that he
should fail at once to recognize the full magnitude of that change is
but natural, for his faculties must of necessity be numbed more or less
by its very suddenness.
Yesterday I had been reduced from affluence to poverty with an
unexpectedness that had dazed me for the time being, and, from the
poverty of an hour ago, I now found myself reduced to an utter
destitution, without the wherewithal to pay for the meanest night's
lodging. And, contrasting the careless ease of a few days since with
my present lamentable situation, I fell into a gloomy meditation; and
the longer I thought it over, the more dejected I became. To be sure,
I might apply to Sir Richard for assistance, but my pride revolted at
even the thought, more especially at such an early stage; moreover, I
had determined, beforehand, to walk my appointed road unaided from the
first.
From these depressing thoughts I was presently aroused by a loud, rough
voice at no great distance, to which, though I had been dimly conscious
of it for some time, I had before paid no attention. Now, however, I
raised my eyes from the spot upon the floor where they had rested
hitherto, and fixed them upon the speaker.
He was a square-shouldered, bullet-headed fellow, evidently held in
much respect by his companions, for he occupied the head of the table,
and I noticed that when ever he spoke the others held their peace, and
hung upon the words with an appearance of much respect.
"'Yes, sirs,' says I," he began, louder than before, and with a
flourish of his long-stemmed pipe, "'yes, sirs, Tom Cragg's my name an'
craggy's my natur,' says I. 'I be 'ard, sirs, dey-vilish 'ard an'
uncommon rocky! 'Ere's a face as likes good knocks,' I says, 'w'y,
when I fought Crib Burke o' Bristol 'e broke 'is 'and again' my jaw, so
'e did, an' I scarce knowed 'e'd 'it me till I see 'im 'oppin' wi' the
pain of it. Come, sirs,' says I, 'who'll give me a black eye; a
fiver's all I ask.' Well, up comes a young buck, ready an' willin'.
'Tom,' says 'e, 'I'll take two flaps at that figger-head o' yourn for
seven guineas, come, what d'ye say?' I says, 'done,' says I. So my
fine gentleman lays by 'is 'at an' cane, strips off 'is right-'and
glove, an' 'eavin' back lets fly at me. Bang comes 'is fist again' my
jaw, an' there's my gentleman a-dabbin' at 'is broken knuckles wi' 'is
'ankercher. 'Come, my lord,' says I, 'fair is fair, take your other
whack.' 'Damnation!' says 'e, 'take your money an' go to the devil!'
says 'e, 'I thought you was flesh an' blood an' not cast iron!'
'Craggy, my lord,' says I, gathering up the rhino, 'Cragg by name an'
craggy by natur', my lord,' says I."
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