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Nicholas bit his lip, and coloured, but affected not to hear the remark. 'Ecod, said Mr Browdie, laughing boisterously, 'they dean't put too much intiv'em. Ye'll be nowt but skeen and boans if you stop here long eneaf. Ho! ho! ho! 'You are facetious, sir, said Nicholas, scornfully.
'Coom, retorted John, 'thot's tidy in you, thot is. If it wa'nt along o' you, we shouldn't know nought aboot 'un. Thou know'd 'un first, Tilly, didn't thou? 'I couldn't help knowing Fanny Squeers, John, returned his wife; 'she was an old playmate of mine, you know. 'Weel, replied John, 'dean't I say so, lass?
'Then just blo' away into that 'un as lies on the grund, fit to wakken the deead, will'ee, said the man, 'while I stop sum o' this here squealing inside. Cumin', cumin'. Dean't make that noise, wooman.
I've only been a married man fower days, 'account of poor old feyther deein, and puttin' it off. Here be a weddin' party broide and broide's-maid, and the groom if a mun dean't 'joy himsel noo, when ought he, hey? Drat it all, thot's what I want to know.
'Noa! interposed John Browdie, in a tone of compassion; for he was a giant in strength and stature, and Nicholas, very likely, in his eyes, seemed a mere dwarf; 'dean't say thot. 'Yes, I have, replied Nicholas, 'by that man Squeers, and I have beaten him soundly, and am leaving this place in consequence.
John Browdie made no verbal answer to this remark, but putting his hand in his pocket, pulled out an old purse of solid leather, and insisted that Nicholas should borrow from him whatever he required for his present necessities. 'Dean't be afeard, mun, he said; 'tak' eneaf to carry thee whoam. Thee'lt pay me yan day, a' warrant.
'On wi' 'em, said John, forcing the wrong arm into the wrong sleeve, and winding the tails of the coat round the fugitive's neck. 'Noo, foller me, and when thee get'st ootside door, turn to the right, and they wean't see thee pass. 'But but he'll hear me shut the door, replied Smike, trembling from head to foot. 'Then dean't shut it at all, retorted John Browdie.
'Weel, my lass, I dean't care aboot 'un, said the corn-factor, bestowing a hearty kiss on Miss Matilda; 'let 'un gang on, let 'un gang on.
One while saying, laughingly, to Nicholas, across the bread-and-butter plate which they had just been emptying between them, "Ye wean't get bread-and-butther ev'ry neight, I expect, mun. Ecod, they dean't put too much intif 'em. Ye'll be nowt but skeen and boans if you stop here long eneaf. Ho! ho! ho!" all this to Nicholas's unspeakable indignation.
'Na; I dean't know, replied Mr Browdie, 'but t'oother teacher, 'cod he wur a learn 'un, he wur. The recollection of the last teacher's leanness seemed to afford Mr Browdie the most exquisite delight, for he laughed until he found it necessary to apply his coat-cuffs to his eyes.
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