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Indeed? said he. Then, Jobling, if you was the friend you represent yourself, I should think you might hand my mother out of the gangway, instead of allowing her to remain where she aint wanted. But Mrs Guppy positively refused to come out of the gangway. She wouldnt hear of it. Why, get along with you, said she to my guardian, what do you mean? Aint my son good enough for you? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Get out with you! My good lady, returned my guardian, it is hardly reasonable to ask me to get out of my own room. I dont care for that, said Mrs Guppy. Get out with you. If we aint good enough for you, go and procure somebody that is good enough. Go along and find em. I was quite unprepared for the rapid manner in which Mrs Guppys power of jocularity merged into a power of taking the profoundest offence. Go along and find somebody thats good enough for you, repeated Mrs Guppy. Get out! Nothing seemed to astonish Mr Guppys mother so much, and to make her so very indignant, as our not getting out. Why dont you get out? said Mrs Guppy. What are you stopping here for? Mother, interposed her son, always getting before her, and pushing her back with one shoulder, as she sidled at my guardian, will you hold your tongue? No, William, she returned, I wont! Not unless he gets out, I wont! However, Mr Guppy and Mr Jobling together closed on Mr Guppys mother (who began to be quite abusive), and took her, very much against her will, down-stairs; her voice rising a stair higher every time her figure got a stair lower, and insisting that we should immediately go and find somebody who was good enough for us, and above all things that we should get out. |
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