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As
this
retort
appeared
to
convey
rather
a
personal
allusion
to
Mr
.
Tuckle
’
s
crimson
livery
,
that
gentleman
looked
majestic
for
a
few
seconds
,
but
gradually
edging
away
from
the
fire
,
broke
into
a
forced
smile
,
and
said
it
wasn
’
t
bad
.
‘
Wery
much
obliged
for
your
good
opinion
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
We
shall
get
on
by
degrees
,
I
des
-
say
.
We
’
ll
try
a
better
one
by
and
bye
.
’
At
this
point
the
conversation
was
interrupted
by
the
arrival
of
a
gentleman
in
orange
-
coloured
plush
,
accompanied
by
another
selection
in
purple
cloth
,
with
a
great
extent
of
stocking
.
The
new
-
comers
having
been
welcomed
by
the
old
ones
,
Mr
.
Tuckle
put
the
question
that
supper
be
ordered
in
,
which
was
carried
unanimously
.
The
greengrocer
and
his
wife
then
arranged
upon
the
table
a
boiled
leg
of
mutton
,
hot
,
with
caper
sauce
,
turnips
,
and
potatoes
.
Mr
.
Tuckle
took
the
chair
,
and
was
supported
at
the
other
end
of
the
board
by
the
gentleman
in
orange
plush
.
The
greengrocer
put
on
a
pair
of
wash
-
leather
gloves
to
hand
the
plates
with
,
and
stationed
himself
behind
Mr
.
Tuckle
’
s
chair
.
‘
Harris
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tuckle
,
in
a
commanding
tone
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
the
greengrocer
.
‘
Have
you
got
your
gloves
on
?
’
‘
Yes
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Then
take
the
kiver
off
.
’
‘
Yes
,
Sir
.
’
The
greengrocer
did
as
he
was
told
,
with
a
show
of
great
humility
,
and
obsequiously
handed
Mr
.
Tuckle
the
carving
–
knife
;
in
doing
which
,
he
accidentally
gaped
.
