Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . told me he had no appetite atall. Oh but he has retorted Benjamin with redoubled energy, and he swears hell pick his teeth with the bone, and break my ead with it when hes done—I never seed such a great hugly beast in all my life. Yell, Ill go and see arter this, said Mr. Jorrocks, shaking his head, and buttoning up his breeches pockets, as he rose from his chair with the air of a man determined to show fight. # * # # * * How now ! roared Jorrocks, bursting into the kitchen, to theastonishment of James Pigg, who, knife in hand, was cutting away atthe shoul
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . told me he had no appetite atall. Oh but he has retorted Benjamin with redoubled energy, and he swears hell pick his teeth with the bone, and break my ead with it when hes done—I never seed such a great hugly beast in all my life. Yell, Ill go and see arter this, said Mr. Jorrocks, shaking his head, and buttoning up his breeches pockets, as he rose from his chair with the air of a man determined to show fight. # * # # * * How now ! roared Jorrocks, bursting into the kitchen, to theastonishment of James Pigg, who, knife in hand, was cutting away atthe shoulder of mutton to the infinite indignation of Betsay, who,seemed about to contend tor ner snare of tlie prog. How now ! repeated Mr. Jorrocks in a still louder voice, whichhad the effect of making Pigg drop the mutton and jump up fromthe table. Didnt you tell me, said Mr. Jorrocks, speaking very slowly atthe commencement, and boiling up as he went on, didnt you tell meas ow that you hadnt no happetite, and yet I finds you seizin the. OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 155 meat wots to serve the kitchen for dinner and the parlour for lunch—Yot do you mean by sich haudacity, you great long-legged Scotchsinner! Ord bliss ye, replied Pigg, ar was nabbut teasin yon bitbowdekite, pointing to Benjamin; mar appetite may be a bitbrisker this morn than at most times, for ar had a lang walk, but arwasnt gannin to eat all the grub ; only that bit bastard wad set uphis gob, and say ar was to be in onder him, see ar thought ard jist lethim see whether or no at startinV Yell, but, replied Mr. Jorrocks, calmly, but firmly, fightm1 vontdo: I doesnt grudge you the matter o the mutton, but there must beunanimity and concord, or we shallnt kill no foxes. Binjimins afine bouy, continued he, looking at him, and will fulfil the dutiesof his station, by which means alone a man can rise to heminenceand distinction—hem ! get fat and rich, werry great things, hem !—ive satisfaction, and gain unbounded applau
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