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Joe
gave
me
some
more
gravy
.
"
Well
,
but
I
mean
a
four
-
footed
Squeaker
,
"
said
Mr
.
Pumblechook
.
"
If
you
had
been
born
such
,
would
you
have
been
here
now
?
Not
you
—
"
"
Unless
in
that
form
,
"
said
Mr
.
Wopsle
,
nodding
towards
the
dish
.
"
But
I
don
’
t
mean
in
that
form
,
sir
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Pumblechook
,
who
had
an
objection
to
being
interrupted
;
"
I
mean
,
enjoying
himself
with
his
elders
and
betters
,
and
improving
himself
with
their
conversation
,
and
rolling
in
the
lap
of
luxury
.
Would
he
have
been
doing
that
?
No
,
he
wouldn
’
t
.
And
what
would
have
been
your
destination
?
"
turning
on
me
again
.
"
You
would
have
been
disposed
of
for
so
many
shillings
according
to
the
market
price
of
the
article
,
and
Dunstable
the
butcher
would
have
come
up
to
you
as
you
lay
in
your
straw
,
and
he
would
have
whipped
you
under
his
left
arm
,
and
with
his
right
he
would
have
tucked
up
his
frock
to
get
a
penknife
from
out
of
his
waistcoat
-
pocket
,
and
he
would
have
shed
your
blood
and
had
your
life
.
No
bringing
up
by
hand
then
.
Not
a
bit
of
it
!
"
Joe
offered
me
more
gravy
,
which
I
was
afraid
to
take
.
"
He
was
a
world
of
trouble
to
you
,
ma
’
am
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Hubble
,
commiserating
my
sister
.
"
Trouble
?
"
echoed
my
sister
;
"
trouble
?
"
and
then
entered
on
a
fearful
catalogue
of
all
the
illnesses
I
had
been
guilty
of
,
and
all
the
acts
of
sleeplessness
I
had
committed
,
and
all
the
high
places
I
had
tumbled
from
,
and
all
the
low
places
I
had
tumbled
into
,
and
all
the
injuries
I
had
done
myself
,
and
all
the
times
she
had
wished
me
in
my
grave
,
and
I
had
contumaciously
refused
to
go
there
.
I
think
the
Romans
must
have
aggravated
one
another
very
much
,
with
their
noses
.
Perhaps
,
they
became
the
restless
people
they
were
,
in
consequence
.
Anyhow
,
Mr
.
Wopsle
’
s
Roman
nose
so
aggravated
me
,
during
the
recital
of
my
misdemeanours
,
that
I
should
have
liked
to
pull
it
until
he
howled
.
But
,
all
I
had
endured
up
to
this
time
was
nothing
in
comparison
with
the
awful
feelings
that
took
possession
of
me
when
the
pause
was
broken
which
ensued
upon
my
sister
’
s
recital
,
and
in
which
pause
everybody
had
looked
at
me
(
as
I
felt
painfully
conscious
)
with
indignation
and
abhorrence
.
