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'I am surrounded, as I have observed, said Mr Venus, placidly, 'by the trophies of my art. They are numerous, my stock of human warious is large, the shop is pretty well crammed, and I don't just now want any more trophies of my art. But I like my art, and I know how to exercise my art. 'No man better, assented Mr Wegg, with a somewhat staggered air.
When a dozen or a hundred people are gathered together in a room, they all begin to raise their voices and to shout like pool-sellers in the noble rivalry of "warious langwidges," rasping their throats into bronchitis in the bidding of the conversational ring. If they spoke low, or even in the ordinary tone, conversation would be possible. But then it would not be a reception, as we understand it.
'But I do say, proceeded Venus, 'that I am taken from among my trophies of anatomy, am called upon to exchange my human warious for mere coal-ashes warious, and nothing comes of it. I think I must give up. 'No, sir! remonstrated Wegg, enthusiastically. 'No, Sir! "Charge, Chester, charge, On, Mr Venus, on!" Never say die, sir! A man of your mark!
'Well, replies Venus, blowing his tea: his head and face peering out of the darkness, over the smoke of it, as if he were modernizing the old original rise in his family: 'you were one of a warious lot, and I don't know. Silas puts his point in the improved form of 'What will you take for me?
When a dozen or a hundred people are gathered together in a room, they all begin to raise their voices and to shout like pool-sellers in the noble rivalry of "warious langwidges," rasping their throats into bronchitis in the bidding of the conversational ring. If they spoke low, or even in the ordinary tone, conversation would be possible. But then it would not be a reception, as we understand it.
This consideration seems to have its effect on the boy, for he goes out grumbling. 'Oh dear me, dear me! sighs Mr Venus, heavily, snuffing the candle, 'the world that appeared so flowery has ceased to blow! You're casting your eye round the shop, Mr Wegg. Let me show you a light. My working bench. My young man's bench. A Wice. Tools. Bones, warious. Skulls, warious. Preserved Indian baby.
Mr Wegg, looking back over his shoulder as he pulls the door open by the strap, notices that the movement so shakes the crazy shop, and so shakes a momentary flare out of the candle, as that the babies Hindoo, African, and British the 'human warious', the French gentleman, the green glass-eyed cats, the dogs, the ducks, and all the rest of the collection, show for an instant as if paralytically animated; while even poor little Cock Robin at Mr Venus's elbow turns over on his innocent side.
'Much too grown-up by long shakes! said Curly with his broad grin; 'no school for me if I know it. 'And what do you do all day long? Curly winked his eye at him, then said grandly: 'My occypations are warious. Tomorrer I sweeps my crossin' in the High Street. 'High Street Kensington? questioned Bobby. 'Oh, I'll come and see you, and walk across your crossing.
'And you've seen me along with warses of flowers, and any number of table-kivers, and antique cabinets, and warious gammon. 'Sir? said I. 'And warious gammon, he repeated, in a louder voice. 'You might have seen me in armour, too, if you had looked sharp.
When a dozen or a hundred people are gathered together in a room, they all begin to raise their voices and to shout like pool-sellers in the noble rivalry of "warious langwidges," rasping their throats into bronchitis in the bidding of the conversational ring. If they spoke low, or even in the ordinary tone, conversation would be possible. But then it would not be a reception, as we understand it.
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