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‘
Pride
,
old
fellow
,
pride
,
’
replied
Jingle
,
quite
at
his
ease
.
‘
Wouldn
’
t
do
—
no
go
—
caught
a
captain
,
eh
?
—
ha
!
ha
!
very
good
—
husband
for
daughter
—
biter
bit
—
make
it
public
—
not
for
worlds
—
look
stupid
—
very
!
’
‘
Wretch
,
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
,
‘
we
scorn
your
base
insinuations
.
’
‘
I
always
hated
him
,
’
added
Henrietta
.
‘
Oh
,
of
course
,
’
said
Jingle
.
‘
Tall
young
man
—
old
lover
—
Sidney
Porkenham
—
rich
—
fine
fellow
—
not
so
rich
as
captain
,
though
,
eh
?
—
turn
him
away
—
off
with
him
—
anything
for
captain
—
nothing
like
captain
anywhere
—
all
the
girls
—
raving
mad
—
eh
,
Job
,
eh
?
’
Here
Mr
.
Jingle
laughed
very
heartily
;
and
Job
,
rubbing
his
hands
with
delight
,
uttered
the
first
sound
he
had
given
vent
to
since
he
entered
the
house
—
a
low
,
noiseless
chuckle
,
which
seemed
to
intimate
that
he
enjoyed
his
laugh
too
much
,
to
let
any
of
it
escape
in
sound
.
‘
Mr
.
Nupkins
,
’
said
the
elder
lady
,
‘
this
is
not
a
fit
conversation
for
the
servants
to
overhear
.
Let
these
wretches
be
removed
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
my
dear
,
’
Said
Mr
,
Nupkins
.
‘
Muzzle
!
’
‘
Your
Worship
.
’
‘
Open
the
front
door
.
’
‘
Yes
,
your
Worship
.
’
