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“
And
as
big
,
you
might
add
.
Why
,
he
’
s
as
fat
as
a
pig
!
You
don
’
t
call
that
good
usage
!
”
Joseph
was
too
angry
to
make
any
answer
.
“
You
’
ve
not
worked
him
enough
,
I
say
.
That
’
s
not
making
good
use
of
him
.
That
’
s
not
doing
as
you
’
d
be
done
by
.
”
“
I
shouldn
’
t
be
sorry
if
I
was
served
the
same
,
sir
.
”
“
He
’
s
too
fat
,
I
say
.
”
“
There
was
a
whole
month
I
couldn
’
t
work
him
at
all
,
and
he
did
nothing
but
eat
his
head
off
.
He
’
s
an
awful
eater
.
I
’
ve
taken
the
best
part
of
six
hours
a
day
out
of
him
since
,
but
I
’
m
always
afraid
of
his
coming
to
grief
again
,
and
so
I
couldn
’
t
make
the
most
even
of
that
.
I
declare
to
you
,
sir
,
when
he
’
s
between
the
shafts
,
I
sit
on
the
box
as
miserable
as
if
I
’
d
stolen
him
.
He
looks
all
the
time
as
if
he
was
a
bottling
up
of
complaints
to
make
of
me
the
minute
he
set
eyes
on
you
again
.
There
!
look
at
him
now
,
squinting
round
at
me
with
one
eye
!
I
declare
to
you
,
on
my
word
,
I
haven
’
t
laid
the
whip
on
him
more
than
three
times
.
”
“
I
’
m
glad
to
hear
it
.
He
never
did
want
the
whip
.
”
“
I
didn
’
t
say
that
,
sir
.
If
ever
a
horse
wanted
the
whip
,
he
do
.
He
’
s
brought
me
to
beggary
almost
with
his
snail
’
s
pace
.
I
’
m
very
glad
you
’
ve
come
to
rid
me
of
him
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
that
,
”
said
Mr
.
Raymond
.
“
Suppose
I
were
to
ask
you
to
buy
him
of
me
—
cheap
.
”
