Wid that I giv'd her a big wink jist to say, "lit Sir Pathrick alone for the likes o' them thricks," and thin I wint aisy to work, and you'd have died wid the divarsion to behould how cliverly I slipped my right arm betwane the back o' the sofy, and the back of her leddyship, and there, sure enough, I found a swate little flipper all a waiting to say, "the tip o' the mornin' to ye, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt." And wasn't it mesilf, sure, that jist giv'd it the laste little bit of a squaze in the world, all in the way of a commincement, and not to be too rough wid her leddyship?
Ye may jist say, though (for it's God's thruth), that afore I left hould of the flipper of the spalpeen (which was not till afther her leddyship's futman had kicked us both down the stairs, I giv'd it such a nate little broth of a squaze as made it all up into raspberry jam.
it wud ha done your heart good to percave the illigant double wink that I gived her jist thin right in the face with both eyes.
I see he had a still on an' I didn' wanna giv
'im no stuff, so I says: 'Git deh hell outa here an' don' make no trouble,' I says like dat!
Snagsby," says Jo, "out of a sov-ring as wos give me by a lady in a wale as sed she wos a servant and as come to my crossin one night and asked to be showd this 'ere ouse and the ouse wot him as you giv the writin to died at, and the berrin-ground wot he's berrid in.
Jo, thus apostrophized, gives a slouch backward, and another slouch forward, and another slouch to each side, and confronts the eloquent Chadband with evident doubts of his intentions.
At this threatening stage of the discourse, Jo, who seems to have been gradually going out of his mind, smears his right arm over his face and gives a terrible yawn.
I see 'im do it, and I giv' 'im a shy as a Widdy-warning to 'im not to go a-bruisin' 'is master's mutton any more.'
'The Worshipful the Mayor gives them a character,' said Mr.
Macey to speak to the parson about it; and you must fix on a name for it, because it must have a name giv
' it when it's christened."
If I wore the magic belt which enables you to work all your transformations, and gives
you so much other power, I am sure I would make a much wiser and better King than you are."
The unfortunate Mr Venus gives
him a shake of the hand with a shake of his own head, and drooping down in his chair, proceeds to pour himself out more tea.