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Chapter 62

           

           ‘Why,sir,’repliedBrass,‘iftherewassuchathingasamouthfulofwaterthatcouldbegotwithouttrouble

           ‘There’snosuchthingtobehadhere,’criedthedwarf.‘Waterforlawyers!Meltedleadandbrimstone,youmean,nicehotblisteringpitchandtarthat’sthethingforthemeh,Brass,eh?’

           ‘Hahaha!’laughedMrBrass.‘Ohverybiting!andyetit’slikebeingtickledthere’sapleasureinittoo,sir!’

           ‘Drinkthat,’saidthedwarf,whohadbythistimeheatedsomemore.‘Tossitoff,don’tleaveanyheeltap,scorchyourthroatandbehappy!’

           ThewretchedSampsontookafewshortsipsoftheliquor,whichimmediatelydistilleditselfintoburningtears,andinthatformcamerollingdownhischeeksintothepipkinagain,turningthecolourofhisfaceandeyelidstoadeepred,andgivingrisetoaviolentfitofcoughing,inthemidstofwhichhewasstillheardtodeclare,withtheconstancyofamartyr,thatitwas‘beautifulindeed!’Whilehewasyetinunspeakableagonies,thedwarfrenewedtheirconversation.

           ‘Thelodger,’saidQuilp,whatabouthim?’

           ’Heisstill,sir,’returnedBrass,withintervalsofcoughing,‘stoppingwiththeGarlandfamily.Hehasonlybeenhomeonce,Sir,sincethedayoftheexaminationofthatculprit.HeinformedMrRichard,sir,thathecouldn’tbearthehouseafterwhathadtakenplace;thathewaswretchedinit;andthathelookeduponhimselfasbeinginacertainkindofwaythecauseoftheoccurrence.AveryexcellentlodgerSir.Ihopewemaynotlosehim.’

           ‘Yah!’criedthedwarf.

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