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"
I
be
all
but
in
liquor
,
and
the
gift
is
wanting
in
me
,
"
said
Joseph
,
diminishing
himself
.
"
Nonsense
;
wou
’
st
never
be
so
ungrateful
,
Joseph
—
never
!
"
said
Coggan
,
expressing
hurt
feelings
by
an
inflection
of
voice
.
"
And
mistress
is
looking
hard
at
ye
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
’
Sing
at
once
,
Joseph
Poorgrass
.
’
"
"
Faith
,
so
she
is
;
well
,
I
must
suffer
it
!
…
Just
eye
my
features
,
and
see
if
the
tell
-
tale
blood
overheats
me
much
,
neighbours
?
"
"
No
,
yer
blushes
be
quite
reasonable
,
"
said
Coggan
.
"
I
always
tries
to
keep
my
colours
from
rising
when
a
beauty
’
s
eyes
get
fixed
on
me
,
"
said
Joseph
,
differently
;
"
but
if
so
be
’
tis
willed
they
do
,
they
must
.
"
"
Now
,
Joseph
,
your
song
,
please
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
from
the
window
.
"
Well
,
really
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
replied
,
in
a
yielding
tone
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
say
.
It
would
be
a
poor
plain
ballet
of
my
own
composure
.
"
"
Hear
,
hear
!
"
said
the
supper
-
party
.
Poorgrass
,
thus
assured
,
trilled
forth
a
flickering
yet
commendable
piece
of
sentiment
,
the
tune
of
which
consisted
of
the
key
-
note
and
another
,
the
latter
being
the
sound
chiefly
dwelt
upon
.
This
was
so
successful
that
he
rashly
plunged
into
a
second
in
the
same
breath
,
after
a
few
false
starts
:
—
I
sow
′
-
ed
th
′
-
e
…
