What did you say, woman? are you deaf? what did you say?
how much best tea do you want?"
"I don't want any, sir."
"You never want best tea; you must take three ounces of best
tea, or you shan't have nothing. If you say another word,
I'll put you down four. You tall gal, what's your name, you
keep back there, or I'll fetch you such a cut as'll keep you
at home till next reckoning. Cuss you, you old fool, do you
think I am to be kept all day while you are mumbling here?
Who's pushing on there? I see you, Mrs Page. Won't there be
a black mark against you? Oh! its Mrs Prance, is it? Father,
put down Mrs Prance for a peck of flour. I'll have order
here. You think the last bacon a little too fat: oh! you do,
ma'am, do you? I'll take care you shan't complain in futur; I
likes to please my customers. There's a very nice flitch
hanging up in the engine-room; the men wanted some rust for
the machinery; you shall have a slice of that; and we'll say
ten-pence a pound, high-dried, and wery lean--will that
satisfy you!
Order there, order; you cussed women, order, or I'll be among
you. And if I just do jump over this here counter, won't I
let fly right and left? Speak out, you ideot! do you think I
can hear your muttering in this Babel? Cuss them; I'll keep
them quiet," and so he took up a yard measure, and leaning
over the counter, hit right and left.
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