Flint, the Flower of the Flock

Silver: I laid by 900 safe, from England, and 2000 after Flint. That ain't bad for a man before the mast. All safe in bank. Taint earning now, it's saving does it. Where's all England's men now? I don't know, where's Flint's? Most of them on board here, and glad to get the duff. Been begging before that, some on them. Old Pew, as had lost his sight, and might have thought shame, spends twelve hundred pound in a year, like a lord in Parliament. But now, you look here. You're young you are, but you're as smart as paint. I see that when

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