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The other smiled (an ugly smile), and tapped one tap upon his nose. My late governor made a mess of it, said Fledgeby. But Georis the right name Georgina or Georgiana? Georgiana. I was thinking yesterday, I didnt know there was such a name. I thought it must end in ina. Why? Why, you play if you can the Concertina, you know, replied Fledgeby, meditating very slowly. And you have when you catch it the Scarlatina. And you can come down from a balloon in a parachno you cant though. Well, say Georgeute I mean Georgiana. You were going to remark of Georgiana ? Lammle moodily hinted, after waiting in vain. I was going to remark of Georgiana, sir, said Fledgeby, not at all pleased to be reminded of his having forgotten it, that she dont seem to be violent. Dont seem to be of the pitching-in order. She has the gentleness of the dove, Mr Fledgeby. Of course youll say so, replied Fledgeby, sharpening, the moment his interest was touched by another. But you know, the real look-out is this: what I say, not what you say. I say having my late governor and my late mother in my eye that Georgiana dont seem to be of the pitching-in order. The respected Mr Lammle was a bully, by nature and by usual practice. Perceiving, as Fledgebys affronts cumulated, that conciliation by no means answered the purpose here, he now directed a scowling look into Fledgebys small eyes for the effect of the opposite treatment. Satisfied by what he saw there, he burst into a violent passion and struck his hand upon the table, making the china ring and dance. You are a very offensive fellow, sir, cried Mr Lammle, rising. You are a highly offensive scoundrel. What do you mean by this behaviour? I say! remonstrated Fledgeby. Dont break out. You are a very offensive fellow sir, repeated Mr Lammle. You are a highly offensive scoundrel! I say, you know! urged Fledgeby, quailing. Why, you coarse and vulgar vagabond! said Mr Lammle, looking fiercely about him, if your servant was here to give me sixpence of your money to get my boots cleaned afterwards for you are not worth the expenditure Id kick you. No you wouldnt, pleaded Fledgeby. I am sure youd think better of it. I tell you what, Mr Fledgeby, said Lammle advancing on him. Since you presume to contradict me, Ill assert myself a little. Give me your nose! Fledgeby covered it with his hand instead, and said, retreating, I beg you wont! Give me your nose, sir, repeated Lammle. Still covering that feature and backing, Mr Fledgeby reiterated (apparently with a severe cold in his head), I beg, I beg, you wont. And this fellow, exclaimed Lammle, stopping and making the most of his chest This fellow presumes on my having selected him out of all the young fellows I know, for an advantageous opportunity! This |
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