If I live till to-morrow morning, you shall repent this.' There was a steadiness of purpose, and indignation of speech, about the little gentleman, as he took an angry pinch of snuff, after this last declaration, which made a visible impression on the mind of the red cab-driver.

He appeared to hesitate for an instant.

It was only for an instant; his resolve was soon taken.
'You'll pull me up, will you ?' said our friend.
'I will,' rejoined the little gentleman, with even greater vehemence an before.
'Very well,' said our friend, tucking up his shirt sleeves very calmly.
'There'll be three veeks for that.

Wery good; that'll bring me up to the middle o' next month.

Three veeks more would carry me on to my birthday, and then I've got ten pound to draw.