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Terrible
emphasis
was
laid
upon
‘
thing
’
and
‘
fellow
’
;
and
the
faces
of
both
editors
began
to
glow
with
defiance
.
‘
The
ribaldry
of
this
miserable
man
is
despicably
disgusting
,
’
said
Pott
,
pretending
to
address
Bob
Sawyer
,
and
scowling
upon
Slurk
.
Here
,
Mr
.
Slurk
laughed
very
heartily
,
and
folding
up
the
paper
so
as
to
get
at
a
fresh
column
conveniently
,
said
,
that
the
blockhead
really
amused
him
.
‘
What
an
impudent
blunderer
this
fellow
is
,
’
said
Pott
,
turning
from
pink
to
crimson
.
‘
Did
you
ever
read
any
of
this
man
’
s
foolery
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Slurk
of
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
Never
,
’
replied
Bob
;
‘
is
it
very
bad
?
’
‘
Oh
,
shocking
!
shocking
!
’
rejoined
Slurk
.
‘
Really
!
Dear
me
,
this
is
too
atrocious
!
’
exclaimed
Pott
,
at
this
juncture
;
still
feigning
to
be
absorbed
in
his
reading
.
‘
If
you
can
wade
through
a
few
sentences
of
malice
,
meanness
,
falsehood
,
perjury
,
treachery
,
and
cant
,
’
said
Slurk
,
handing
the
paper
to
Bob
,
‘
you
will
,
perhaps
,
be
somewhat
repaid
by
a
laugh
at
the
style
of
this
ungrammatical
twaddler
.
’
‘
What
’
s
that
you
said
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pott
,
looking
up
,
trembling
all
over
with
passion
.
