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The Smallweed Family

           Iwouldn’ttrusthim.Hewillhavehisbond,mydearfriend.""Devildoubthim,"saysMr.George.Charleyappearingwithatray,onwhicharethepipe,asmallpaperoftobacco,andthebrandy-and-water,heasksher,"Howdoyoucomehere!Youhaven’tgotthefamilyface.""Igoesouttowork,sir,"returnsCharley.Thetrooper(iftrooperhebeorhavebeen)takesherbonnetoff,withalighttouchforsostrongahand,andpatsheronthehead."Yougivethehousealmostawholesomelook.Itwantsabitofyouthasmuchasitwantsfreshair."Thenhedismissesher,lightshispipe,anddrinkstoMr.Smallweed’sfriendinthecitytheonesolitaryflightofthatesteemedoldgentleman’simagination."Soyouthinkhemightbeharduponme,eh?""IthinkhemightIamafraidhewould.Ihaveknownhimdoit,"saysGrandfatherSmallweedincautiously,"twentytimes."Incautiously,becausehisstrickenbetter-half,whohasbeendozingoverthefireforsometime,isinstantlyarousedandjabbers"Twentythousandpounds,twentytwenty-poundnotesinamoney-box,twentyguineas,twentymilliontwentypercent,twenty"andisthencutshortbytheflyingcushion,whichthevisitor,towhomthissingularexperimentappearstobeanovelty,snatchesfromherfaceasitcrushesherintheusualmanner."You’reabrimstoneidiot.You’reascorpionabrimstonescorpion!You’reaswelteringtoad.You’reachatteringclatteringbroomstickwitchthatoughttobeburnt!"gaspstheoldman,prostrateinhischair."Mydearfriend,willyoushakemeupalittle?"Mr.

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