An' there's them i' Middlemarch knows what the Rinform is an' as knows who'll hev to scuttle. Says they, 'I know who your landlord is. An' says I, 'I hope you're the better for knowin' him, I arn't. Says they, 'He's a close-fisted un. 'Ay ay, says I. 'He's a man for the Rinform, says they. That's what they says.
An' I made out what the Rinform were an' it were to send you an' your likes a-scuttlin' an' wi' pretty strong-smellin' things too. An' you may do as you like now, for I'm none afeard on you. An' you'd better let my boy aloan, an' look to yoursen, afore the Rinform has got upo' your back. That's what I'n got to say," concluded Mr.
"I'm no more drunk nor you are, nor so much," said Dagley. "I can carry my liquor, an' I know what I meean. An' I meean as the King 'ull put a stop to 't, for them say it as knows it, as there's to be a Rinform, and them landlords as never done the right thing by their tenants 'ull be treated i' that way as they'll hev to scuttle off.
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