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‘
Oh
,
the
hardness
of
heart
of
these
inveterate
men
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
‘
Oh
,
the
accursed
cruelty
of
these
inhuman
persecutors
!
’
With
these
words
,
Mr
.
Stiggins
again
cast
up
his
eyes
,
and
rapped
his
breast
with
his
umbrella
;
and
it
is
but
justice
to
the
reverend
gentleman
to
say
,
that
his
indignation
appeared
very
real
and
unfeigned
indeed
.
After
Mrs
.
Weller
and
the
red
-
nosed
gentleman
had
commented
on
this
inhuman
usage
in
a
very
forcible
manner
,
and
had
vented
a
variety
of
pious
and
holy
execrations
against
its
authors
,
the
latter
recommended
a
bottle
of
port
wine
,
warmed
with
a
little
water
,
spice
,
and
sugar
,
as
being
grateful
to
the
stomach
,
and
savouring
less
of
vanity
than
many
other
compounds
.
It
was
accordingly
ordered
to
be
prepared
,
and
pending
its
preparation
the
red
-
nosed
man
and
Mrs
.
Weller
looked
at
the
elder
W
.
and
groaned
.
‘
Well
,
Sammy
,
’
said
the
gentleman
,
‘
I
hope
you
’
ll
find
your
spirits
rose
by
this
here
lively
wisit
.
Wery
cheerful
and
improvin
’
conwersation
,
ain
’
t
it
,
Sammy
?
’
‘
You
’
re
a
reprobate
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
and
I
desire
you
won
’
t
address
no
more
o
’
them
ungraceful
remarks
to
me
.
’
So
far
from
being
edified
by
this
very
proper
reply
,
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
at
once
relapsed
into
a
broad
grin
;
and
this
inexorable
conduct
causing
the
lady
and
Mr
.
Stiggins
to
close
their
eyes
,
and
rock
themselves
to
and
fro
on
their
chairs
,
in
a
troubled
manner
,
he
furthermore
indulged
in
several
acts
of
pantomime
,
indicative
of
a
desire
to
pummel
and
wring
the
nose
of
the
aforesaid
Stiggins
,
the
performance
of
which
,
appeared
to
afford
him
great
mental
relief
.
The
old
gentleman
very
narrowly
escaped
detection
in
one
instance
;
for
Mr
.
Stiggins
happening
to
give
a
start
on
the
arrival
of
the
negus
,
brought
his
head
in
smart
contact
with
the
clenched
fist
with
which
Mr
.
Weller
had
been
describing
imaginary
fireworks
in
the
air
,
within
two
inches
of
his
ear
,
for
some
minutes
.
‘
Wot
are
you
a
-
reachin
’
out
,
your
hand
for
the
tumbler
in
that
‘
ere
sawage
way
for
?
’
said
Sam
,
with
great
promptitude
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
see
you
’
ve
hit
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
?
’
‘
I
didn
’
t
go
to
do
it
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
some
degree
abashed
by
the
very
unexpected
occurrence
of
the
incident
.
‘
Try
an
in
’
ard
application
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
as
the
red
-
nosed
gentleman
rubbed
his
head
with
a
rueful
visage
.
‘
Wot
do
you
think
o
’
that
,
for
a
go
o
’
wanity
,
warm
,
Sir
?
’
