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"
Me
!
"
said
Joseph
,
meditating
an
instant
departure
"
Gracious
Heavens
!
Good
Gad
!
Miss
Sharp
!
'
"
Yes
;
how
could
you
be
so
cruel
as
to
make
me
eat
that
horrid
pepper-dish
at
dinner
,
the
first
day
I
ever
saw
you
?
You
are
not
so
good
to
me
as
dear
Amelia
.
"
"
He
does
n't
know
you
so
well
,
"
cried
Amelia
.
"
I
defy
anybody
not
to
be
good
to
you
,
my
dear
,
"
said
her
mother
.
"
The
curry
was
capital
;
indeed
it
was
,
"
said
Joe
,
quite
gravely
.
"
Perhaps
there
was
NOT
enough
citron
juice
in
it
--
no
,
there
was
NOT
.
"
"
And
the
chilis
?
"
"
By
Jove
,
how
they
made
you
cry
out
!
"
said
Joe
,
caught
by
the
ridicule
of
the
circumstance
,
and
exploding
in
a
fit
of
laughter
which
ended
quite
suddenly
,
as
usual
.
"
I
shall
take
care
how
I
let
YOU
choose
for
me
another
time
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
as
they
went
down
again
to
dinner
.
"
I
did
n't
think
men
were
fond
of
putting
poor
harmless
girls
to
pain
.
"
"
By
Gad
,
Miss
Rebecca
,
I
would
n't
hurt
you
for
the
world
.
"
