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‘
Don
’
t
say
no
,
’
returned
the
little
woman
,
looking
at
me
with
the
aspect
of
a
connoisseur
;
‘
a
little
bit
more
eyebrow
?
’
‘
Thank
you
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
some
other
time
.
’
‘
Have
it
carried
half
a
quarter
of
an
inch
towards
the
temple
,
’
said
Miss
Mowcher
.
‘
We
can
do
it
in
a
fortnight
.
’
‘
No
,
I
thank
you
.
Not
at
present
.
’
‘
Go
in
for
a
tip
,
’
she
urged
.
‘
No
?
Let
’
s
get
the
scaffolding
up
,
then
,
for
a
pair
of
whiskers
.
Come
!
’
I
could
not
help
blushing
as
I
declined
,
for
I
felt
we
were
on
my
weak
point
,
now
.
But
Miss
Mowcher
,
finding
that
I
was
not
at
present
disposed
for
any
decoration
within
the
range
of
her
art
,
and
that
I
was
,
for
the
time
being
,
proof
against
the
blandishments
of
the
small
bottle
which
she
held
up
before
one
eye
to
enforce
her
persuasions
,
said
we
would
make
a
beginning
on
an
early
day
,
and
requested
the
aid
of
my
hand
to
descend
from
her
elevated
station
.
Thus
assisted
,
she
skipped
down
with
much
agility
,
and
began
to
tie
her
double
chin
into
her
bonnet
.
‘
The
fee
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
‘
is
—
—
’
‘
Five
bob
,
’
replied
Miss
Mowcher
,
‘
and
dirt
cheap
,
my
chicken
.
Ain
’
t
I
volatile
,
Mr
.
Copperfield
?
’
I
replied
politely
:
‘
Not
at
all
.
’
But
I
thought
she
was
rather
so
,
when
she
tossed
up
his
two
half
-
crowns
like
a
goblin
pieman
,
caught
them
,
dropped
them
in
her
pocket
,
and
gave
it
a
loud
slap
.
