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“Yes, I understand what that means—​at your price, about a quarter of their value.”

The Jew regarded the speaker with a half angry glance.

“I give the utmost I can afford at all times—​to my friends especially. Indeed, Mishter Peace, I often lose by my purchases; bishness ish pad—​there are no buyers, money is tight. You don’t know how hard it is to get rid of goods, some especially. Now, there’s that presentation cup—​vat can I do with it? See the risk I run in——”

“Get out!” cried Peace, testily. “Put it in the melting pot—​risk be hanged. You can’t gammon me, you old sinner.”

“Oh, Lord! to hear him talk, it’s as good as a play,” said the Jew, once more rubbing his hands together. Then, suddenly changing his tone, he said—

“Tell ye vat I’ll do—​give you fifty pounds for the lot.”

“Very kind of you, I’m sure. Fifty pounds for goods that are worth a hundred and fifty in weight of the silver alone.”

“Ah! but you forget the solder—​you never thought of the solder. Besides I must have some little profit. I can’t live on air.”