Холодный дом

Sharpshooters

           Nowforwhat,mydearfriend?""Forapipe,"saysMr.George,whowithgreatcomposuresetshischairinthechimney-corner,takeshispipefromthegrate,fillsitandlightsit,andfallstosmokingpeacefully.ThistendstothediscomfitureofMr.Smallweed,whofindsitsodifficulttoresumehisobject,whateveritmaybe,thathebecomesexasperatedandsecretlyclawstheairwithanimpotentvindictivenessexpressiveofanintensedesiretotearandrendthevisageofMr.George.Astheexcellentoldgentleman’snailsarelongandleaden,andhishandsleanandveinous,andhiseyesgreenandwatery;and,overandabovethis,ashecontinues,whileheclaws,toslidedowninhischairandtocollapseintoashapelessbundle,hebecomessuchaghastlyspectacle,evenintheaccustomedeyesofJudy,thatthatyoungvirginpouncesathimwithsomethingmorethantheardourofaffectionandsoshakeshimupandpatsandpokeshimindiverspartsofhisbody,butparticularlyinthatpartwhichthescienceofself-defencewouldcallhiswind,thatinhisgrievousdistressheuttersenforcedsoundslikeapaviour’srammer.WhenJudyhasbythesemeanssethimupagaininhischair,withawhitefaceandafrostynose(butstillclawing),shestretchesoutherweazenforefingerandgivesMr.Georgeonepokeintheback.Thetrooperraisinghishead,shemakesanotherpokeatheresteemedgrandfather,andhavingthusbroughtthemtogether,staresrigidlyatthefire."Aye,aye!Ho,ho!Uuuugh!"chattersGrandfatherSmallweed,swallowinghisrage."Mydearfriend!"(stillclawing)."Itellyouwhat,"saysMr.

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