"Ah! you are a foine breed o' dog, too, and you ain't kep for nothink!" in Dickens's "Uncommercial Traveller"

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"Ah! you are a foine breed o' dog, too, and you ain't kep for nothink!"

1912, from 1895 edition

Photogravure

13 cm high by 8.9 cm wide, framed.

Volume XX, 113, in Dickens's The Uncommercial Traveller in the Co-operative Publication Society Edition

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Passage Illustrated

The slinking tramp is of the same hopeless order, and has the same injured conviction on him that you were born to whatever you possess, and never did anything to get it: but he is of a less audacious disposition. He will stop before your gate, and say to his female companion with an air of constitutional humility and propitiation — to edify any one who may be within hearing behind a blind or a bush — ‘This is a sweet spot, ain’t it? A lovelly spot! And I wonder if they’d give two poor footsore travellers like me and you, a drop of fresh water out of such a pretty gen-teel crib? We’d take it wery koind on ’em, wouldn’t us? Wery koind, upon my word, us would?’ He has a quick sense of a dog in the vicinity, and will extend his modestly-injured propitiation to the dog chained up in your yard; remarking, as he slinks at the yard gate, "Ah! You are a foine breed o’ dog, too, and you ain’t kep for nothink! I’d take it wery koind o’ your master if he’d elp a traveller and his woife as envies no gentlefolk their good fortun, wi’ a bit o’ your broken wittles. He’d never know the want of it, nor more would you. Don’t bark like that, at poor persons as never done you no arm; the poor is down-trodden and broke enough without that. Oh, DON’T!" He generally heaves a prodigious sigh in moving away, and always looks up the lane and down the lane, and up the road and down the road, before going on. [Chapter XI, "Tramps," Household Edition, 51]

The Original Household Edition Illustration for This Sketch

"Then you're a tramp," he ses. "I'd rather be that than a Beadle," I ses.

Bibliography

Dickens, Charles. The Uncommercial Traveller. Illustrated by E. G. Dalziel. The Household Edition. 22 vols. London: Chapman and Hall, 1877. Vol. XVI.

Dickens, Charles. "Chapter XI: Tramps." The Uncommercial Traveller. Illustrated by Marcus Stone. London: Chapman and Hall, 1895. Pp. 62-68.

Dickens, Charles. Works. Photogravure-Illustrated Edition. New York and London: Co-operative Publication Society, [1912?].

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