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ligion, and one of these days, when I’ve got matters tight and snug, I calculates to tend to my soul and them ar matters; and so what’s the use of doin’ any more wickedness than’s re’lly necessary?- it don’t seem to me it’s ‘tall prudent.” “Tend to your soul!” repeated Tom, contemptuously; “take a bright lookout to find a soul in you,- save yourself any care on that score. If the devil sifts you through a hair sieve, he won’t find one.” “Why, Tom, you’re cross,” said Haley; “why can’t ye take it pleasant, now, when a feller’s talking for your good?” “Stop that ar jaw o’ yourn, there,” said Tom, gruffly. “I can stand ‘most any talk o’ yourn but your pious talk,- that kills me right up. After all, what’s the odds between me and you? ‘Tan’t that you care one bit more, or have a bit more feelin’,- it’s clean, sheer, dog meanness, wanting to cheat the devil and save your own skin; don’t I see through it? And your ‘gettin’ religion,’ as you call it, arter all, is too p’isin mean for any crittur;- run up a bill with the devil all your life, and then sneak out when pay-time comes! Boh!” “Come, come, gentlemen, I say; this isn’t business,” said Marks. “There’s dif- ferent ways, you know, of looking at all subjects. Mr. Haley is a very nice man, no doubt, and has his own conscience; and, Tom, you have your ways, and very good ones, too, Tom; but quarrelling, you know, won’t answer no kind of pur- pose. Let’s go to business. Now, Mr. Haley, what is it?- you want us to undertake to catch this yer gal?” |
