' So they dropped me like a hot potato; never pestered me again.
But if they won't give over pestering you, mistress, ah'll come round
and just stand behind your chair, and bring nieve with me," showing a
fist like a leg of mutton.
"No, no," said the auctioneer, "that will not do. I will have no
disturbance here. Call the policeman."
While the clerk went to the door for the bobby, a gentleman reminded
the auctioneer that the journals had repeatedly drawn attention to the
nuisance.
"Fault of the public, not mine, sir. Policeman, stand behind that lady's
chair, and if anybody annoys her put him quietly into the street."
"This auction-room will be to let soon," said a voice at the end of the
table.
"This auction-room," said the auctioneer, master of the gay or grave at
a moment's notice, "is supported by the public and the trade; it is not
supported by paupers."
A Jew upholsterer put in his word. "I do my own business; but I like to
let a poor man live."
"Jonathan," said the auctioneer to one of his servants, "after this sale
you may put up the shutters; we have gone and offended Mr. Jacobs. He
keeps a shop in Blind Alley, Whitechapel. Now then, lot 69."
Rosa bid timidly for one or two lots, and bought them cheap.
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