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"
Here
’
s
some
cider
for
him
—
that
’
ll
cure
his
throat
,
"
said
Jan
Coggan
,
lifting
a
flagon
of
cider
,
pulling
out
the
cork
,
and
applying
the
hole
to
Cainy
’
s
mouth
;
Joseph
Poorgrass
in
the
meantime
beginning
to
think
apprehensively
of
the
serious
consequences
that
would
follow
Cainy
Ball
’
s
strangulation
in
his
cough
,
and
the
history
of
his
Bath
adventures
dying
with
him
.
"
For
my
poor
self
,
I
always
say
’
please
God
’
afore
I
do
anything
,
"
said
Joseph
,
in
an
unboastful
voice
;
"
and
so
should
you
,
Cain
Ball
.
’
Tis
a
great
safeguard
,
and
might
perhaps
save
you
from
being
choked
to
death
some
day
.
"
Mr
.
Coggan
poured
the
liquor
with
unstinted
liberality
at
the
suffering
Cain
’
s
circular
mouth
;
half
of
it
running
down
the
side
of
the
flagon
,
and
half
of
what
reached
his
mouth
running
down
outside
his
throat
,
and
half
of
what
ran
in
going
the
wrong
way
,
and
being
coughed
and
sneezed
around
the
persons
of
the
gathered
reapers
in
the
form
of
a
cider
fog
,
which
for
a
moment
hung
in
the
sunny
air
like
a
small
exhalation
.
"
There
’
s
a
great
clumsy
sneeze
!
Why
can
’
t
ye
have
better
manners
,
you
young
dog
!
"
said
Coggan
,
withdrawing
the
flagon
.
"
The
cider
went
up
my
nose
!
"
cried
Cainy
,
as
soon
as
he
could
speak
;
"
and
now
’
tis
gone
down
my
neck
,
and
into
my
poor
dumb
felon
,
and
over
my
shiny
buttons
and
all
my
best
cloze
!
"
"
The
poor
lad
’
s
cough
is
terrible
unfortunate
,
"
said
Matthew
Moon
.
"
And
a
great
history
on
hand
,
too
.
Bump
his
back
,
shepherd
.
"
"
’
Tis
my
nater
,
"
mourned
Cain
.
"
Mother
says
I
always
was
so
excitable
when
my
feelings
were
worked
up
to
a
point
!
"
"
True
,
true
,
"
said
Joseph
Poorgrass
.
"
The
Balls
were
always
a
very
excitable
family
.
I
knowed
the
boy
’
s
grandfather
—
a
truly
nervous
and
modest
man
,
even
to
genteel
refinery
.
’
Twas
blush
,
blush
with
him
,
almost
as
much
as
’
tis
with
me
—
not
but
that
’
tis
a
fault
in
me
!
"
"
Not
at
all
,
Master
Poorgrass
,
"
said
Coggan
.
"
’
Tis
a
very
noble
quality
in
ye
.
"
