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‘
Are
you
unwell
,
Brother
Stiggins
?
’
whispered
Mr
.
Anthony
Humm
.
‘
I
am
all
right
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
in
a
tone
in
which
ferocity
was
blended
with
an
extreme
thickness
of
utterance
;
‘
I
am
all
right
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Oh
,
very
well
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Anthony
Humm
,
retreating
a
few
paces
.
‘
I
believe
no
man
here
has
ventured
to
say
that
I
am
not
all
right
,
Sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
‘
Oh
,
certainly
not
,
’
said
Mr
.
Humm
.
‘
I
should
advise
him
not
to
,
Sir
;
I
should
advise
him
not
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
By
this
time
the
audience
were
perfectly
silent
,
and
waited
with
some
anxiety
for
the
resumption
of
business
.
‘
Will
you
address
the
meeting
,
brother
?
’
said
Mr
.
Humm
,
with
a
smile
of
invitation
.
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Stiggins
;
‘
No
,
sir
.
I
will
not
,
sir
.
’
The
meeting
looked
at
each
other
with
raised
eyelids
;
and
a
murmur
of
astonishment
ran
through
the
room
.
‘
It
’
s
my
opinion
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
unbuttoning
his
coat
,
and
speaking
very
loudly
—
‘
it
’
s
my
opinion
,
sir
,
that
this
meeting
is
drunk
,
sir
.
Brother
Tadger
,
sir
!
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
suddenly
increasing
in
ferocity
,
and
turning
sharp
round
on
the
little
man
in
the
drab
shorts
,
‘
YOU
are
drunk
,
sir
!
’
With
this
,
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
entertaining
a
praiseworthy
desire
to
promote
the
sobriety
of
the
meeting
,
and
to
exclude
therefrom
all
improper
characters
,
hit
Brother
Tadger
on
the
summit
of
the
nose
with
such
unerring
aim
,
that
the
drab
shorts
disappeared
like
a
flash
of
lightning
.
Brother
Tadger
had
been
knocked
,
head
first
,
down
the
ladder
.
