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Young Jerry relieved his father with dutiful interest, and reported No job in his absence. The bank closed, the ancient clerks came out, the usual watch was set, and Mr. Cruncher and his son went home to tea. ¡¡¡¡"Now, I tell you where it is!" said Mr. Cruncher to his wife, on entering. "If, as a honest tradesman, my wenturs goes wrong to-night, I shall make sure that you've been praying again me, and I shall work you for it just the same as if I seen you do it." ¡¡¡¡The dejected Mrs. Cruncher shook her head. ¡¡¡¡"Why, you're at it afore my face!" said Mr. Cruncher, with signs of angry apprehension. ¡¡¡¡"I am saying nothing." ¡¡
¡¡"Well, then; don't meditate nothing. You might as well flop as meditate. You may as well go again me one way as another. Drop it altogether." ¡¡¡¡"Yes, Jerry." ¡¡¡¡"Yes, Jerry," repeated Mr. Cruncher sitting down to tea. "Ah! It is yes, Jerry. That's about it. You may say yes, Jerry." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Cruncher had no particular meaning in these sulky corroborations, but made use of them, as people not unfrequently do, to express general ironical dissatisfaction.