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773 you? Oh! base and degrading ’Tilda!’ With these reproaches Miss Squeers flung the door wide open, and disclosed to the eyes of the astonished Browdies and Nicholas, not only her own symmetrical form, arrayed in the chaste white garments before described (a little dirtier), but the form of her brother and father, the pair of Wackfords. ‘This is the hend, is it?’ continued Miss Squeers, who, being excited, aspirated her h’s strongly; ‘this is the hend, is it, of all my forbearance and friendship for that double-faced thing--that viper, that--that--mermaid?’ (Miss Squeers hesitated a long time for this last epithet, and brought it out triumphantly as last, as if it quite clinched the business.) ‘This is the hend, is it, of all my bearing with her deceitfulness, her lowness, her falseness, her laying herself out to catch the admiration of vulgar minds, in a way which made me blush for my--for my--’ ‘Gender,’ suggested Mr Squeers, regarding the spectators with a malevolent eye--literally A malevolent eye. ‘Yes,’ said Miss Squeers; ‘but I thank my stars that my ma is of the same--’ ‘Hear, hear!’ remarked Mr Squeers; ‘and I wish she was here to have a scratch at this company.’ ‘This is the hend, is it,’ said Miss Squeers, tossing her head, and looking contemptuously at the floor, ‘of my taking notice of that rubbishing creature, and demeaning myself to patronise her?’ ‘Oh, come,’ rejoined Mrs Browdie, disregarding all the endeavours of her spouse to restrain her, and forcing herself into a front row, ‘don’t talk such nonsense as that.’ ‘Have I not patronised you, ma’am?’ demanded Miss Squeers. ‘No,’ returned Mrs Browdie. |
