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"
Drink
,
Henry
Fray
—
drink
,
"
magnanimously
said
Jan
Coggan
,
a
person
who
held
Saint
-
Simonian
notions
of
share
and
share
alike
where
liquor
was
concerned
,
as
the
vessel
showed
signs
of
approaching
him
in
its
gradual
revolution
among
them
.
Having
at
this
moment
reached
the
end
of
a
wistful
gaze
into
mid
-
air
,
Henry
did
not
refuse
.
He
was
a
man
of
more
than
middle
age
,
with
eyebrows
high
up
in
his
forehead
,
who
laid
it
down
that
the
law
of
the
world
was
bad
,
with
a
long
-
suffering
look
through
his
listeners
at
the
world
alluded
to
,
as
it
presented
itself
to
his
imagination
.
He
always
signed
his
name
"
Henery
"
—
strenuously
insisting
upon
that
spelling
,
and
if
any
passing
schoolmaster
ventured
to
remark
that
the
second
"
e
"
was
superfluous
and
old
-
fashioned
,
he
received
the
reply
that
"
H
-
e
-
n
-
e
-
r
-
y
"
was
the
name
he
was
christened
and
the
name
he
would
stick
to
—
in
the
tone
of
one
to
whom
orthographical
differences
were
matters
which
had
a
great
deal
to
do
with
personal
character
.
Mr
.
Jan
Coggan
,
who
had
passed
the
cup
to
Henery
,
was
a
crimson
man
with
a
spacious
countenance
and
private
glimmer
in
his
eye
,
whose
name
had
appeared
on
the
marriage
register
of
Weatherbury
and
neighbouring
parishes
as
best
man
and
chief
witness
in
countless
unions
of
the
previous
twenty
years
;
he
also
very
frequently
filled
the
post
of
head
godfather
in
baptisms
of
the
subtly
-
jovial
kind
.
"
Come
,
Mark
Clark
—
come
.
Ther
’
s
plenty
more
in
the
barrel
,
"
said
Jan
.
"
Ay
—
that
I
will
,
’
tis
my
only
doctor
,
"
replied
Mr
.
Clark
,
who
,
twenty
years
younger
than
Jan
Coggan
,
revolved
in
the
same
orbit
.
He
secreted
mirth
on
all
occasions
for
special
discharge
at
popular
parties
.
"
Why
,
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
ye
han
’
t
had
a
drop
!
"
said
Mr
.
Coggan
to
a
self
-
conscious
man
in
the
background
,
thrusting
the
cup
towards
him
.
"
Such
a
modest
man
as
he
is
!
"
said
Jacob
Smallbury
.
"
Why
,
ye
’
ve
hardly
had
strength
of
eye
enough
to
look
in
our
young
mis
’
ess
’
s
face
,
so
I
hear
,
Joseph
?
"
All
looked
at
Joseph
Poorgrass
with
pitying
reproach
.
