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Mr
.
Chillip
,
looking
mildly
at
my
aunt
with
his
head
on
one
side
,
and
making
her
a
little
bow
,
said
,
in
allusion
to
the
jewellers
’
cotton
,
as
he
softly
touched
his
left
ear
:
‘
Some
local
irritation
,
ma
’
am
?
’
‘
What
!
’
replied
my
aunt
,
pulling
the
cotton
out
of
one
ear
like
a
cork
.
Mr
.
Chillip
was
so
alarmed
by
her
abruptness
—
as
he
told
my
mother
afterwards
—
that
it
was
a
mercy
he
didn
’
t
lose
his
presence
of
mind
.
But
he
repeated
sweetly
:
‘
Some
local
irritation
,
ma
’
am
?
’
‘
Nonsense
!
’
replied
my
aunt
,
and
corked
herself
again
,
at
one
blow
.
Mr
.
Chillip
could
do
nothing
after
this
,
but
sit
and
look
at
her
feebly
,
as
she
sat
and
looked
at
the
fire
,
until
he
was
called
upstairs
again
.
After
some
quarter
of
an
hour
’
s
absence
,
he
returned
.
‘
Well
?
’
said
my
aunt
,
taking
the
cotton
out
of
the
ear
nearest
to
him
.
‘
Well
,
ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Chillip
,
‘
we
are
-
we
are
progressing
slowly
,
ma
’
am
.
’
