He did not reckonize the jigantic revalution which
with hiron strides was a walkin over the country. But they began to be
talked of even in HIS quiat haunts. Heven in the Hoxford and Cambridge
Clubb, fellers were a speculatin. Tom Thumper (of Brasen Nose) cleared
four thousand lb.; Bob Bullock (of Hexeter), who had lost all his
proppaty gambling, had set himself up again; and Jack Deuceace, who
had won it, had won a small istate besides by lucky specklations in the
Share Markit.
"HEVERY BODY WON. 'Why shouldn't I?' thought pore Fred; and having saved
100 lb., he began a writin for shares--using, like an ickonominicle
feller as he was, the Clubb paper to a prodigious igstent. All the
Railroad directors, his friends, helped him to shares--the allottments
came tumbling in--he took the primmiums by fifties and hundreds a day.
His desk was cramd full of bank notes: his brane world with igsitement.
"He gave up going to the Temple, and might now be seen hall day about
Capel Court. He took no more hinterest in lor; but his whole talk was
of railroad lines. His desk at Mr. Bluebag's was filled full of
prospectisises, and that legal gent wrote to Fred's uncle, to say he
feared he was neglectin his bisniss.
"Alass! he WAS neglectin it, and all his sober and industerous habits.
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