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'Not I,' replied Sponge.
'Take a razor, then,' said Jack, who was good at an expedient.
'I'll take one of yours,' said Sponge, going into the dressing-room for
one. 'Hang it, but you're rather too sharp,' exclaimed Jack, with a shake
of his head.
'It's more than your razor 'll be when I'm done with it,' replied Sponge.
Having at length, with the aid of Jack's razor, succeeded in getting a pen
that would write, Mr. Sponge selected a sheet of best cream-laid satin
paper, and, taking a cane-bottomed chair, placed himself at the table in an
attitude for writing. Dipping the fine yellow pen in the ink, he looked in
Jack's face for an idea. Jack, who had now got well advanced in the cigar,
sat squinting through his spectacles at our scribe, though apparently
looking at the top of the bed.
'Well?' said Sponge, with a look of inquiry.
'Well,' replied Jack, in a tone of indifference.
'How shall I begin?' asked Sponge, twirling the pen between his fingers,
and spluttering the ink over the paper.
'Begin!' replied Jack, 'begin, oh, begin, just as you usually begin.


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