daughter - biter bit - make it public - not for worlds - look stupid -

very!'

Wretch,' said Mr Nupkins, 'we scorn your base insinuations.'

I always hated him,' added Henrietta.

Oh, of course,' said Jingle. 'Tall young man - old lover - Sidney

Porkenham - rich - fine fellow - not so rich as captain, though, eh? -

turn him away - off with him - anything for captain - nothing like

captain anywhere - all the girls - raving mad - eh, Job, eh?'

Here Mr Jingle laughed very heartily; and Job, rubbing his hands with

delight, uttered the first sound he had given vent to since he entered

the house - a low, noiseless chuckle, which seemed to intimate that he

enjoyed his laugh too much, to let any of it escape in sound. 'Mr

Nupkins,' said the elder lady,'this is not a fit conversation for the

servants to overhear. Let these wretches be removed.'

Certainly, my dear,' Said Mr, Nupkins. 'Muzzle!'

Your Worship.'

Open the front door.'

Yes, your Worship.'

Leave the house!' said Mr Nupkins, waving his hand emphatically.

Jingle smiled, and moved towards the door.

'Stay!' said Mr Pickwick. Jingle stopped.

I might,' said Mr Pickwick, 'have taken a much greater revenge for the

treatment I have experienced at your hands, and that of your

hypocritical friend there.'

Job Trotter bowed with great politeness, and laid his hand upon his

heart.

I say,' said Mr Pickwick, growing gradually angry, 'that I might have

taken a greater revenge, but I content myself with exposing you, which

I consider a duty I owe to society. This is a leniency, Sir, which I hope

you will remember.'

When Mr Pickwick arrived at this point, Job Trotter, with facetious

gravity, applied his hand to his ear, as if desirous not to lose a syllable

he uttered.

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