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The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush by William Makepeace Thackeray
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ashamed to own it; for my merrits have raised me to what I am--two
livries, forty pound a year, malt-licker, washin, silk-stocking,
and wax candles--not countin wails, which is somethink pretty
considerable at OUR house, I can tell you.

I didn't stay long here, for a suckmstance happened which got me a
very different situation. A handsome young genlmn, who kep a
tilbry and a ridin horse at livry, wanted a tiger. I bid at once
for the place; and, being a neat tidy-looking lad, he took me.
Bago gave me a character, and he my first livry; proud enough I was
of it, as you may fancy.

My new master had some business in the city, for he went in every
morning at ten, got out of his tilbry at the Citty Road, and had it
waiting for him at six; when, if it was summer, he spanked round
into the Park, and drove one of the neatest turnouts there. Wery
proud I was in a gold-laced hat, a drab coat and a red weskit, to
sit by his side, when he drove. I already began to ogle the gals
in the carridges, and to feel that longing for fashionabl life
which I've had ever since. When he was at the oppera, or the play,
down I went to skittles, or to White Condick Gardens; and Mr.
Frederic Altamont's young man was somebody, I warrant: to be sure
there is very few man-servants at Pentonwille, the poppylation
being mostly gals of all work; and so, though only fourteen, I was
as much a man down there, as if I had been as old as Jerusalem.

But the most singular thing was, that my master, who was such a gay
chap, should live in such a hole. He had only a ground-floor in
John Street--a parlor and a bedroom. I slep over the way, and only
came in with his boots and brexfast of a morning.
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