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"Well, boy, who denyses of it?" "Ain't you ashamed of yourself?" "No, I ain't. Why should I? Who cares whether I'm drunk or sober?" "Who cares, you unnat'ral old bundle o' dirty clo'es? Don't Eve care? An' don't Fred Martin an' Bob Lumpy care? An' don't I care, worse than all of 'em put together, except Eve?" "You, boy?" exclaimed the woman. "Yes, me.
"An' s'posin' I did?" "Then give it 'ere!" "An' that's his gratitood, sir!" growled Joe, shaking his head and giving the packet into the old man's clutching fingers. "A unnat'ral old bag-o'-bones, that's what 'e is, sir!" "Bones!" croaked the Old Un viciously. "Bag-o'-bones am I? Yah look at ye'self pork, that's what you are, all run to pork an' blubber an' fat, Joe, me pore lad "
This must be one of these new craft, brought out here, into open water, just to try her, sir." "You're right, sir, you're right. As to the natur' of the beast, you see her buntin', and no honest man can want more. If there's anything I do hate, it is that flag, with its unnat'ral stripes, up and down, instead of running in the true old way.
What's gone with that boy? 'Don't be angry, dear. It seems, father, that he has quite a gift of learning. 'Unnat'ral young beggar! said the parent, shaking his knife in the air. 'And that having this gift, and not being equally good at other things, he has made shift to get some schooling. 'Unnat'ral young beggar! said the parent again, with his former action.
'Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin'-day, or Warren's blackin', or Rowland's oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy. Begin agin, Sammy. Mr. Weller resumed his pipe with critical solemnity, and Sam once more commenced, and read as follows: "Lovely creetur I feel myself a damned " 'That ain't proper, said Mr.
'Well! resumed their new friend, after staring at them intently during the whole interval of silence; 'how's the unnat'ral old parent by this time? Mr Tapley regarding this inquiry as only another version of the impertinent English question, 'How's your mother? would have resented it instantly, but for Martin's prompt interposition. 'You mean the old country? he said. 'Ah! was the reply.
If I had had any but a unnat'ral wife, and this poor boy had had any but a unnat'ral mother, I might have made some money last week instead of being counter-prayed and countermined and religiously circumwented into the worst of luck. B-u-u-ust me!" said Mr.
'Never mind, replied Sam. 'P'raps you may ask for it five minits arterwards; p'raps I may say I von't pay, and cut up rough. You von't think o' arrestin' your own son for the money, and sendin' him off to the Fleet, will you, you unnat'ral wagabone? At this reply of Sam's, the father and son exchanged a complete code of telegraph nods and gestures, after which, the elder Mr.
'Let him never come within sight of my eyes, nor yet within reach of my arm. His own father ain't good enough for him. He's disowned his own father. His own father therefore, disowns him for ever and ever, as a unnat'ral young beggar. He had pushed away his plate.
I didn't think men as keen set as them vagabonds would let a fellow up so easy, when they had him fairly at a close hug, and floored. But money is money, and somehow it's unnat'ral hard to withstand. Indian or white man, 'tis pretty much the same. It must be owned, Judith, there's a considerable of human natur' in mankind ginirally, arter all!"
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