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as he caught the word that he now repeated; "why, you struck me with the duck!"
"You shied shlice o' tongue in my faish! hurt my feelings!" said Mr. Smirke, as he slapped the left side of his waistcoat. "My heart 's in ri' plaish; feel for another, and all that sort-o-thing. Not to be shulted
with 'punity, I can tell you! then why shend shlice o' tongue in my faish? Thash what I wan' to know."
"There, old fellow! it was merely a slip of the tongue," said little Mr. Bouncer, endeavouring to pacify him. "Say no more about it."
But Mr. Smirke preferred to say more about it, and so also did Mr. Bulpit; and they noisily stated their individual grievances to those nearest to them, as well
