Мидлмарч

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           "Niverdoyoumindwhathe’sdone,"saidDagley,morefiercely,"it’smybusinesstospeak,an’notyourn.An’Iwullspeak,too.I’llhevmysay—supperorno.An’whatIsayis,asI’velivedupo’yourgroundfrommyfatherandgrandfatheraforeme,an’hevdroppedourmoneyinto’t,an’mean’mychildrenmightliean’rotonthegroundfortop-dressin’aswecan’tfindthemoneytobuy,iftheKingwasn’ttoputastop."

           "Mygoodfellow,you’redrunk,youknow,"saidMr.Brooke,confidentiallybutnotjudiciously."Anotherday,anotherday,"headded,turningasiftogo.

           ButDagleyimmediatelyfrontedhim,andFagathisheelsgrowledlow,ashismaster’svoicegrewlouderandmoreinsulting,whileMonkalsodrewcloseinsilentdignifiedwatch.Thelaborersonthewagonwerepausingtolisten,anditseemedwisertobequitepassivethantoattemptaridiculousflightpursuedbyabawlingman.

           "I’mnomoredrunknoryouare,norsomuch,"saidDagley."Icancarrymyliquor,an’IknowwhatImeean.An’ImeeanastheKing’ullputastopto’t,forthemsayitasknowsit,asthere’stobeaRinform,andthemlandlordsasneverdonetherightthingbytheirtenants’ullbetreatedi’thatwayasthey’llhevtoscuttleoff.An’there’sthemi’MiddlemarchknowswhattheRinformis—an’asknowswho’llhevtoscuttle.Saysthey,‘IknowwhoYOURlandlordis.