CHAPTER 8
I see? and never a bit o dressing on it. Youll do no good this year.
Mr Moss, air of a macient-grumbling tone, ` do as t leave it to t money to play o put o to get out of it.
`I dont kno isnt t paying interest, said Mr tulliver, into a slig natural and easy introduction to calling in money.
`I kno, said Mr Moss, `but I year, and hings have gone awkarder nor usual.
`Ay, snarled Mr tulliver, `ty sacks ull never stand upright.
`ell, I dont kno youve got to find ulliver, said Mr Moss deprecatingly, `I kno a day-labourer works harder.
`s t, said Mr tulliver, s no capital to in? I it from t; but youd neiten to me. And I cant lie out o My money any longer; for Ive got to pay five om an expense to me, as I s, even saying Id got back all as is my o look about and see hree hundred pounds.
`ell, if ts er be sold up and ; I must part , to pay you and too.
Poor relations are undeniably irritating: tence is so entirely uncalled for on our part, and t aly people. Mr tulliver ting quite as mucated o say angrily, rising from ,
`ell, you must do as you can. I cant find money for everybody else as look to my o lie out o my money any longer. You must raise it as quick as you can.
Mr tulliver ly out of ttered t sentence and looking round at Mr Moss on to tc boy ing in a state of its alleviations, for baby gurgling sounds and performing a great deal of finger practice on t c could never overcome t t t its consolatio