Rhoda Fleming — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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about my brandy, which is French; it is, as sure as my blood's British."
"Oh! Missis," quoth Sedgett, maliciously, "as to tales, you've got witnesses enough it crassed chann'l. Aha! Don't bring 'em into the box. Don't you bring 'em into ne'er a box." "You mean to say, Mr. Sedgett, they won't swear?" "No, Missis; they'll swear, fast and safe, if you teach 'em. Dashed if they won't run the Pilot on a rock with their swearin'. It ain't a good habit." "Well, Mr. Sedgett, the next time you drink my brandy and find the consequences bad, you let me hear of it." "And what'll you do, Missis, may be?" Listeners were by, and Mrs. Boulby cruelly retorted; "I won't send you home to your wife;" which created a roar against this hen-pecked man. "As to consequences, Missis, it's for your sake I'm looking at them," Sedgett said, when he had recovered from the blow. "You say that to the Excise, Mr. Sedgett; it, belike, 'll make 'em sorry." "Brandy's your weak point, it appears, Missis." "A little in you would stiffen your back, Mr. Sedgett." |
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