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A Tiger's Skin
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"Nobody answered 'im; they was all examining 'ands o' pork and fowls and such-like.

" 'There's the tiger,' ses Henery Walker, pointing at Bob Pretty; 'that's wot old man Parsley meant.'

" 'Somebody go and fetch Policeman White,' ses a voice.

" 'I wish they would,' ses Bob Pretty. 'I'll 'ave the law on you all for breaking into my 'ouse like this, see if I don't.'

" 'Where'd you get all this pork from?' ses the blacksmith.

" 'And them ducks and bins ?' ses George Kettle.

" 'That's my bisness,' ses Bob Pretty, staring 'em full in the face. 'I just 'ad a excellent oppertunity offered me of going into the pork and poultry line and I took it. Now, all them as doesn't want to buy any pork or fowls go out o' my house.'

" 'You're a thief. Bob Pretty !' says Henery Walker. 'You stole it all.'

" 'Take care wot you're saying, Henery,' ses Bob Pretty, 'else I'll make you prove your words.'

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