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“All right!” said Tip, and went.

But not all the way to Canada; in fact, only in Portsmouth not [????] further than Liverpool. After making
the voyage to that port from London, Tip he found that he was tired of living [???] ship himself so strongly impelled to cut the vessel, that he [?? ??? ??] make resolved
up his mind to walk back again. Carrying out which intention, he presented himself before her at the expiration
of a month, in rags, without shoes, and much more tired than ever.

At length, after another interval of [???] pursuit opened upon [???] successorship to Mrs Bangham, he
found a pursuit for himself, and announced it.

“Amy, I have got a situation.”

“Have you indeed really and truly, Tip?”

“All right. I shall do now. You needn’t look anxious about me any more, old girl.”

“What is it, Tip?”

“Why, you know Slingo by sight?”

“Not the man they call the Dealer!” she asked with a falling

“That’s the chap. He goes out the day after tomorrow He’ll be out on Monday, and he’s going to give me a berth.”

“What is he a Dealer in, Tip?”

“Horses of course. All right! I shall do now, Amy.”

She lost sight of him for [???] months afterwards, and only heard from him once.
A whisper passed among the elder collegians that he had been seen at a mock auction in Moorfields [Cheapside?]
enjoying pretending to buy [??????????????????????] plated candlesticks articles for massive silver, and paying
for them in the most lavish manner with the greatest liberality in bank notes; but it never reached her ears. One evening she was
alone at work—standing up at the window, to save the twilight lingering above the wall—when he opened
the door and walked in.

She kissed and welcomed him; but was afraid [???????] was afraid to ask him any questions. He saw
[??] perhaps, and how [???] anxious and timid she was, and [???] appeared sorry.

“I am afraid, Amy, it's rather a [????] you’ll be vexed this time. Upon my soul I am!”

“I am very sorry to hear you say so, Tip. Have you come back?”

“Why—yes.”

“Not expecting this last time that what you had found would answer very well, I am
[??????????????] I might have been." less surprised and sorry, than I might have been, Tip.”

“Ah! But that’s not the worst of it.”

“Not the worst of it Tip Tip?" ?”

“Don’t look so startled. No, Amy, not quite the worst of it. I have come
back, you see, but —don’t look so startled— I have come back in what one may I may call a new way. I am off the volunteer list altogether. I
am in now, as one of the regulars.”

“Oh! [????????????????] Don’t say you are a
prisoner, Tip! Don’t, don’t!”

“Well, I don’t want to say it,” he returned in a surly reluctant tone; “but if you don't can’t understand me
without my saying it, what am I to do? I am in for forty pound odd.”

For the first time in all those years, she sunk under her cares.
She cried, with her clasped hands lifted above her head that it [???] kill their father would kill father their father if he ever knew it, and
dropped fell down at Tip’s graceless feet.

It was easier for Tip to bring her to her senses than for her to bring
him to comprehend understand that the Father of the Marshalsea would be