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‘
What
do
you
mean
by
that
,
Sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Tuckle
,
with
great
asperity
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
crestfallen
greengrocer
,
‘
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
do
it
,
Sir
;
I
was
up
very
late
last
night
,
Sir
.
’
‘
I
tell
you
what
my
opinion
of
you
is
,
Harris
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tuckle
,
with
a
most
impressive
air
,
‘
you
’
re
a
wulgar
beast
.
’
‘
I
hope
,
gentlemen
,
’
said
Harris
,
‘
that
you
won
’
t
be
severe
with
me
,
gentlemen
.
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
indeed
,
gentlemen
,
for
your
patronage
,
and
also
for
your
recommendations
,
gentlemen
,
whenever
additional
assistance
in
waiting
is
required
.
I
hope
,
gentlemen
,
I
give
satisfaction
.
’
‘
No
,
you
don
’
t
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tuckle
.
‘
Very
far
from
it
,
Sir
.
’
‘
We
consider
you
an
inattentive
reskel
,
’
said
the
gentleman
in
the
orange
plush
.
‘
And
a
low
thief
,
’
added
the
gentleman
in
the
green
-
foil
smalls
.
‘
And
an
unreclaimable
blaygaird
,
’
added
the
gentleman
in
purple
.
The
poor
greengrocer
bowed
very
humbly
while
these
little
epithets
were
bestowed
upon
him
,
in
the
true
spirit
of
the
very
smallest
tyranny
;
and
when
everybody
had
said
something
to
show
his
superiority
,
Mr
.
Tuckle
proceeded
to
carve
the
leg
of
mutton
,
and
to
help
the
company
.
