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Mr. Hoopdriver thrust his hands into his pockets. "Who the juice are
you?" shouted Mr. Hoopdriver, fiercely.
"
Who are YOU, sir?" retorted Phipps. "Who are you? That's the question.
What are YOU, and what are you doing, wandering at large with a young
lady under age?"
"
"
Don't speak to him," said Dangle.
I'm not a-going to tell all my secrets to any one who comes at me,"
said Hoopdriver. "Not Likely." And added fiercely, "And that I tell you,
sir."
He and Phipps stood, legs apart and both looking exceedingly fierce at
one another, and Heaven alone knows what might not have happened, if the
long clergyman had not appeared in the doorway, heated but deliberate.
"Petticoated anachronism," said the long clergyman in the doorway,
apparently still suffering from the antiquated prejudice that demanded a
third wheel and a black coat from a clerical rider. He looked at Phipps
and Hoopdriver for a moment, then extending his hand towards the latter,
he waved it up and down three times, saying, "Tchak, tchak, tchak," very
deliberately as he did so. Then with a concluding "Ugh!" and a gesture
of repugnance he passed on into the dining-room from which the voice
of Miss Mergle was distinctly audible remarking that the weather was
extremely hot even for the time of year.
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