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"No," said Mr. Beale, "we ain't a-goin' to crack no more cribs. It's low -- that's what it is. I quite grant you it's low. So I s'pose we'll 'ave to take the road again."
Dickie and he were sitting in the sunshine on a sloping field. They had been sitting there all the morning, and Dickie had told Mr. Beale all his earthly adventures from the moment the redheaded man had lifted him up to the window of Talbot Court to the time when he had come in by the open door of the common lodging-house.