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1052 fire, and placing himself over against her, and the bottle and glass on the floor between them, roared out again, very loud, ‘Well, my Slider!’ ‘I hear you,’ said Peg, receiving him very graciously. ‘I’ve come according to promise,’ roared Squeers. ‘So they used to say in that part of the country I come from,’ observed Peg, complacently, ‘but I think oil’s better.’ ‘Better than what?’ roared Squeers, adding some rather strong language in an undertone. ‘No,’ said Peg, ‘of course not.’ ‘I never saw such a monster as you are!’ muttered Squeers, looking as amiable as he possibly could the while; for Peg’s eye was upon him, and she was chuckling fearfully, as though in delight at having made a choice repartee, ‘Do you see this? This is a bottle.’ ‘I see it,’ answered Peg. ‘Well, and do you see this?’ bawled Squeers. ‘This is a glass.’ Peg saw that too. ‘See here, then,’ said Squeers, accompanying his remarks with appropriate action, ‘I fill the glass from the bottle, and I say “Your health, Slider,” and empty it; then I rinse it genteelly with a little drop, which I’m forced to throw into the fire--hallo! we shall have the chimbley alight next--fill it again, and hand it over to you.’ ‘Your health,’ said Peg. ‘She understands that, anyways,’ muttered Squeers, watching Mrs Sliderskew as she dispatched her portion, and choked and gasped in a most awful manner after so doing. ‘Now then, let’s have a talk. How’s the rheumatics?’ Mrs Sliderskew, with much blinking and chuckling, and with |
