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"
Yet
,
"
said
Mr
.
Pumblechook
,
leading
the
company
gently
back
to
the
theme
from
which
they
had
strayed
,
"
Pork
—
regarded
as
biled
—
is
rich
,
too
;
ain
’
t
it
?
"
"
Have
a
little
brandy
,
uncle
,
"
said
my
sister
.
O
Heavens
,
it
had
come
at
last
!
He
would
find
it
was
weak
,
he
would
say
it
was
weak
,
and
I
was
lost
!
I
held
tight
to
the
leg
of
the
table
under
the
cloth
,
with
both
hands
,
and
awaited
my
fate
.
My
sister
went
for
the
stone
bottle
,
came
back
with
the
stone
bottle
,
and
poured
his
brandy
out
:
no
one
else
taking
any
.
The
wretched
man
trifled
with
his
glass
—
took
it
up
,
looked
at
it
through
the
light
,
put
it
down
—
prolonged
my
misery
.
All
this
time
Mrs
.
Joe
and
Joe
were
briskly
clearing
the
table
for
the
pie
and
pudding
.
I
couldn
’
t
keep
my
eyes
off
him
.
Always
holding
tight
by
the
leg
of
the
table
with
my
hands
and
feet
,
I
saw
the
miserable
creature
finger
his
glass
playfully
,
take
it
up
,
smile
,
throw
his
head
back
,
and
drink
the
brandy
off
.
Instantly
afterwards
,
the
company
were
seized
with
unspeakable
consternation
,
owing
to
his
springing
to
his
feet
,
turning
round
several
times
in
an
appalling
spasmodic
whooping
-
cough
dance
,
and
rushing
out
at
the
door
;
he
then
became
visible
through
the
window
,
violently
plunging
and
expectorating
,
making
the
most
hideous
faces
,
and
apparently
out
of
his
mind
.
I
held
on
tight
,
while
Mrs
.
Joe
and
Joe
ran
to
him
.
I
didn
’
t
know
how
I
had
done
it
,
but
I
had
no
doubt
I
had
murdered
him
somehow
.
In
my
dreadful
situation
,
it
was
a
relief
when
he
was
brought
back
,
and
surveying
the
company
all
round
as
if
they
had
disagreed
with
him
,
sank
down
into
his
chair
with
the
one
significant
gasp
,
"
Tar
!
"
I
had
filled
up
the
bottle
from
the
tar
-
water
jug
.
I
knew
he
would
be
worse
by
and
by
.
I
moved
the
table
,
like
a
Medium
of
the
present
day
,
by
the
vigor
of
my
unseen
hold
upon
it
.
"
Tar
!
"
cried
my
sister
,
in
amazement
.
"
Why
,
how
ever
could
Tar
come
there
?
"
But
,
Uncle
Pumblechook
,
who
was
omnipotent
in
that
kitchen
,
wouldn
’
t
hear
the
word
,
wouldn
’
t
hear
of
the
subject
,
imperiously
waved
it
all
away
with
his
hand
,
and
asked
for
hot
gin
and
water
.
My
sister
,
who
had
begun
to
be
alarmingly
meditative
,
had
to
employ
herself
actively
in
getting
the
gin
the
hot
water
,
the
sugar
,
and
the
lemon
-
peel
,
and
mixing
them
.
For
the
time
being
at
least
,
I
was
saved
.
I
still
held
on
to
the
leg
of
the
table
,
but
clutched
it
now
with
the
fervor
of
gratitude
.
