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Barchester Towers, for which I had received ￡100 in advance, sold well enough to bring me further payments — moderate payments — from the publishers. From that day up to this very time in which I am writing, that book and The Warden together have given me almost every year some small income. I get the accounts very regularly, and I find that I have received ￡727 11S. 3d. for the two. It is more than I got for the three or four works that came afterwards, but the payments have been spread over twenty years.
'Oh, I don't doubt that, Master Copperfield,' he answered; 'not in the least. But not being umble yourself, you don't judge well, perhaps, for them that are. I won't provoke my betters with knowledge, thank you. I'm much too umble. Here is my umble dwelling, Master Copperfield!'
Juan and Martimano were doubtful. They’d never left their village before, and this sounded like along time alone among the Bearded Devils. Fisher cut right through their objections; he had cashand was ready to talk turkey. It had been a dry winter and worse spring in the Choguita highlands,and he knew food supplies were dangerously low. “Come race with us,” Fisher promised them,“and I’ll give your village one ton of corn and a half ton of beans.”
Bond cursed himself. He put some money down on the bill and hurried after her. He caught up with her half way down the Promenade Deck. "Now listen, Tiffany," he began.
'Where does he sleep? What's his number? You know what I mean,' said Steerforth.
What other changes have come upon me, besides the changes in my growth and looks, and in the knowledge I have garnered all this while? I wear a gold watch and chain, a ring upon my little finger, and a long-tailed coat; and I use a great deal of bear's grease - which, taken in conjunction with the ring, looks bad. Am I in love again? I am. I worship the eldest Miss Larkins.
'Well, Trot,' she began, 'what do you think of the proctor plan? Or have you not begun to think about it yet?'
There was a straight stretch of empty road in front of them. Leiter gave a brief glance in his driving mirror and suddenly rammed the gear lever into second and thrust his foot into the floor. Bond's head jerked back on his shoulders, and he felt his spine being rammed into the back of the bucket seat. Incredulously, he glanced at the hooded speedometer. Eighty. With a clang Leiter's hook hit the gear lever into top. The car went on gathering speed. Ninety, ninety-five, six, seven-and then there was a bridge and a converging road and Leiter's foot was on the brake and the deep roar of the engine gave way to a steady thrumming as they settled down in the seventies and swept easily through the graded curves.
Bond said lamely. `You look very fit, Nash. Tennis?'
There was no encouragement in the china eyes.