- Vol. 04
- Chapter 09
ten, count in tens let me get this right, not twelve or twenty or half crowns. Let me set myself straight, or three columns of figures no quids, guineas or bobs. While I remember, forget the biscuit barrel of three penny bits mixed with shell buttons and rubber bands. Pour the coins in the dustbin, brass and nickel and copper and that blemished one on a chain. King Offa’s long gone, did we even know?