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777 temporary calm, in which the proceedings of little Wackford could scarcely fail to be observed, he feigned to be aware of the circumstance for the first time, and inflicted upon the face of that young gentleman a slap that made the very tea-cups ring. ‘Eating!’ cried Mr Squeers, ‘of what his father’s enemies has left! It’s fit to go and poison you, you unnat’ral boy.’ ‘It wean’t hurt him,’ said John, apparently very much relieved by the prospect of having a man in the quarrel; ‘let ’un eat. I wish the whole school was here. I’d give ’em soom’at to stay their unfort’nate stomachs wi’, if I spent the last penny I had!’ Squeers scowled at him with the worst and most malicious expression of which his face was capable--it was a face of remarkable capability, too, in that way--and shook his fist stealthily. ‘Coom, coom, schoolmeasther,’ said John, ‘dinnot make a fool o’ thyself; for if I was to sheake mine--only once--thou’d fa’ doon wi’ the wind o’ it.’ ‘It was you, was it,’ returned Squeers, ‘that helped off my runaway boy? It was you, was it?’ ‘Me!’ returned John, in a loud tone. ‘Yes, it wa’ me, coom; wa’at o’ that? It wa’ me. Noo then!’ ‘You hear him say he did it, my child!’ said Squeers, appealing to his daughter. ‘You hear him say he did it!’ ‘Did it!’ cried John. ‘I’ll tell ’ee more; hear this, too. If thou’d got another roonaway boy, I’d do it agean. If thou’d got twonty roonaway boys, I’d do it twonty times ower, and twonty more to thot; and I tell thee more,’ said John, ‘noo my blood is oop, that thou’rt an old ra’ascal; and that it’s weel for thou, thou be’est an old ’un, or I’d ha’ poonded thee to flour when thou told an honest |
