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'Many's the rum-tempered pig I've knowed. 'I don't doubt it, Master Lickpan, answered Martin, in a tone expressing that his convictions, no less than good manners, demanded the reply. 'Yes, continued the pig-killer, as one accustomed to be heard. 'One that I knowed was deaf and dumb, and we couldn't make out what was the matter wi' the pig.
They've eat the goodness out of every morsel of my manure, so that 'tis no better than sand itself!" Sure enough the hungry mortals had. 'Tis my belief that in the secret souls o' 'em, Jacob's ladders be weeds, and not flowers at all, if the truth was known. Robert Lickpan, pig-killer and carrier, arrived at this moment.
His reproductions of that talk are often intensely realistic. Nearly every book has its chorus of human grotesques whose mere names are a source of mirth. William Worm, Grandfer Cantle, 'Corp'el' Tullidge, Christopher Coney, John Upjohn, Robert Creedle, Martin Cannister, Haymoss Fry, Robert Lickpan, and Sammy Blore, men so denominated should stand for comic things, and these men do.
'Who is that lady in the carriage? he inquired indifferently of Lickpan the carrier. 'That, sir, is Mrs. Troyton, a widder wi' a mint o' money. She's the owner of all that part of Endelstow that is not Lord Luxellian's. Only been here a short time; she came into it by law.
'Well, now we'll weigh, said John. 'If so be he were not so fine, we'd weigh en whole: but as he is, we'll take a side at a time. John, you can mind my old joke, ey? 'I do so; though 'twas a good few years ago I first heard en. 'Yes, said Lickpan, 'that there old familiar joke have been in our family for generations, I may say.
'Ah, well, said Worm musingly, 'some would have looked for no less than a Sir. There's a sight of difference in people. 'And in pigs likewise, observed John Smith, looking at the halved carcass of his own. Robert Lickpan, the pig-killer, here seemed called upon to enter the lists of conversation. 'Yes, they've got their particular naters good-now, he remarked initially.
'Oh, that you, Robert Lickpan? 'Nobody else, William Worm. 'And is the visiting man a-come? 'Yes, said the stranger. 'Is Mr. Swancourt at home? 'That 'a is, sir. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet, as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en.
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