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"
You
will
get
us
a
place
,
"
interposed
Becky
,
"
as
quick
as
possible
.
"
"
You
've
got
no
money
,
and
you
want
to
compete
with
those
who
have
.
You
poor
little
earthenware
pipkin
,
you
want
to
swim
down
the
stream
along
with
the
great
copper
kettles
.
All
women
are
alike
.
Everybody
is
striving
for
what
is
not
worth
the
having
!
Gad
!
I
dined
with
the
King
yesterday
,
and
we
had
neck
of
mutton
and
turnips
.
A
dinner
of
herbs
is
better
than
a
stalled
ox
very
often
.
You
will
go
to
Gaunt
House
.
You
give
an
old
fellow
no
rest
until
you
get
there
.
It
's
not
half
so
nice
as
here
.
You
'll
be
bored
there
.
I
am
.
My
wife
is
as
gay
as
Lady
Macbeth
,
and
my
daughters
as
cheerful
as
Regan
and
Goneril
.
I
dare
n't
sleep
in
what
they
call
my
bedroom
.
The
bed
is
like
the
baldaquin
of
St.
Peter
's
,
and
the
pictures
frighten
me
.
I
have
a
little
brass
bed
in
a
dressing-room
,
and
a
little
hair
mattress
like
an
anchorite
.
I
am
an
anchorite
.
Ho
!
ho
!
You
'll
be
asked
to
dinner
next
week
.
And
gare
aux
femmes
,
look
out
and
hold
your
own
!
How
the
women
will
bully
you
!
"
This
was
a
very
long
speech
for
a
man
of
few
words
like
my
Lord
Steyne
;
nor
was
it
the
first
which
he
uttered
for
Becky
's
benefit
on
that
day
.
Briggs
looked
up
from
the
work-table
at
which
she
was
seated
in
the
farther
room
and
gave
a
deep
sigh
as
she
heard
the
great
Marquis
speak
so
lightly
of
her
sex
.
"
If
you
do
n't
turn
off
that
abominable
sheep-dog
,
"
said
Lord
Steyne
,
with
a
savage
look
over
his
shoulder
at
her
,
"
I
will
have
her
poisoned
.
"
"
I
always
give
my
dog
dinner
from
my
own
plate
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
laughing
mischievously
;
and
having
enjoyed
for
some
time
the
discomfiture
of
my
lord
,
who
hated
poor
Briggs
for
interrupting
his
tete-a-tete
with
the
fair
Colonel
's
wife
,
Mrs.
Rawdon
at
length
had
pity
upon
her
admirer
,
and
calling
to
Briggs
,
praised
the
fineness
of
the
weather
to
her
and
bade
her
to
take
out
the
child
for
a
walk
.
"
I
ca
n't
send
her
away
,
"
Becky
said
presently
,
after
a
pause
,
and
in
a
very
sad
voice
.
Her
eyes
filled
with
tears
as
she
spoke
,
and
she
turned
away
her
head
.
"
You
owe
her
her
wages
,
I
suppose
?
"
said
the
Peer
.
"
Worse
than
that
,
"
said
Becky
,
still
casting
down
her
eyes
;
"
I
have
ruined
her
.
"
"
Ruined
her
?
Then
why
do
n't
you
turn
her
out
?
"
the
gentleman
asked
.
