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The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush by William Makepeace Thackeray
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disrepettable creaturs, than in half a dozen lords or barrynets)
who took pity upon poor Sal's orfin (for they bust out laffin when
I called her Miss Montmorency), and gev me bred and shelter. I'm
afraid, in spite of their kindness, that my MORRILS wouldn't have
improved if I'd stayed long among 'em. But a benny-violent genlmn
saw me, and put me to school. The academy which I went to was
called the Free School of Saint Bartholomew's the Less--the young
genlmn wore green baize coats, yellow leather whatsisnames, a tin
plate on the left arm, and a cap about the size of a muffing. I
stayed there sicks years; from sicks, that is to say, till my
twelth year, during three years of witch I distinguished myself not
a little in the musicle way, for I bloo the bellus of the church
horgin, and very fine tunes we played too.

Well, it's not worth recounting my jewvenile follies (what trix we
used to play the applewoman! and how we put snuff in the old
clark's Prayer-book--my eye!); but one day, a genlmn entered the
school-room--it was on the very day when I went to subtraxion--and
asked the master for a young lad for a servant. They pitched upon
me glad enough; and nex day found me sleeping in the sculry, close
under the sink, at Mr. Bago's country-house at Pentonwille.

Bago kep a shop in Smithfield market, and drov a taring good trade
in the hoil and Italian way. I've heard him say, that he cleared
no less than fifty pounds every year by letting his front room at
hanging time. His winders looked right opsit Newgit, and many and
many dozen chaps has he seen hanging there. Laws was laws in the
year ten, and they screwed chaps' nex for nex to nothink. But my
bisniss was at his country-house, where I made my first ontray into
fashnabl life. I was knife, errint, and stable-boy then, and an't
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