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And meanwhile I can't take any bail for your appearance." Well then, what I say now is, that I CAN give a satisfactory account of myself; I can hand in the card of my establishment and say, "I am the Wackford Squeers as is therein named, sir. I am the man as is guaranteed, by unimpeachable references, to be a out-and-outer in morals and uprightness of principle.
They come on you, said Mr Squeers in a moralising way, 'before you're aware of it; mine did upon me. 'Will 'ee pick a bit? said John. 'I won't myself, returned Squeers; 'but if you'll just let little Wackford tuck into something fat, I'll be obliged to you. Give it him in his fingers, else the waiter charges it on, and there's lot of profit on this sort of vittles without that.
And if he fail, why should I hear him weeping?" Why, indeed? Think of Mr. Carlyle! "Did I groan loud, or did I groan low, Wackford?" said Mr. Squeers. Mr. Carlyle groaned loud, sometimes with fair reason. Stevenson did not groan at all. If he posed, if his silence was a pose, it was heroic. But his intellectual high spirits were almost invincible.
Why he's a miracle of high feeding, that boy is! 'I should like to have a word with you, said Ralph, who had both spoken and listened mechanically for some time, and seemed to have been thinking. 'As many words as you like, sir, rejoined Squeers. 'Wackford, you go and play in the back office, and don't move about too much or you'll get thin, and that won't do.
Waiter as he was, he had human passions and feelings, and he looked very hard at Miss Squeers as he handed the muffins. 'Is my pa in, do you know? asked Miss Squeers with dignity. 'Beg your pardon, miss? 'My pa, repeated Miss Squeers; 'is he in? 'In where, miss? 'In here in the house! replied Miss Squeers. 'My pa Mr Wackford Squeers he's stopping here. Is he at home?
"Because if she is I'll give you free passage to England with her, on my ship," went on the commander. "My government would give a fortune for a boat that can do what yours does." "It is not for sale," repeated Mr. Henderson, "but I have some one on board who would appreciate a free passage to England, or any northern port." "Who is it?" asked Captain Wackford. "A Mrs. Johnson and her daughter."
If you hear the waiter coming, sir, shove it in your pocket and look out of the window, d'ye hear? 'I'm awake, father, replied the dutiful Wackford. 'Well, said Squeers, turning to his daughter, 'it's your turn to be married next. You must make haste. 'Oh, I'm in no hurry, said Miss Squeers, very sharply. 'No, Fanny? cried her old friend with some archness.
'You, sir, said Snawley, addressing the terrified Smike, 'are an unnatural, ungrateful, unlovable boy. You won't let me love you when I want to. Won't you come home, won't you? 'No, no, no, cried Smike, shrinking back. 'He never loved nobody, bawled Squeers, through the keyhole. 'He never loved me; he never loved Wackford, who is next door but one to a cherubim.
'Oh, won't she though, father? replied Master Wackford. 'To think, said Squeers, 'that you and me should be turning out of a street, and come upon him at the very nick; and that I should have him tight, at only one cast of the umbrella, as if I had hooked him with a grappling-iron! Ha, ha! 'Didn't I catch hold of his leg, neither, father? said little Wackford.
Just lift that little boy off the tall stool in the back-office, and tell him to come in here, will you, my man? said Squeers, addressing himself to Newman. 'Oh, he's lifted his-self off. My son, sir, little Wackford. What do you think of him, sir, for a specimen of the Dotheboys Hall feeding?
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