'
"Here young Joe the keaper's sun, who was carrying my bagg, bust out a
laffing thereby causing Mr. Fitwarren to turn round and intarupt this
polite convasation.
"I was in such a rayge. 'Quit the building, Mary Hann,' says I to the
young woman--and you, Mr. Fitzwarren, have the goodness to remain.'
"'I give you warning,' roars he, looking black, blue, yaller--all the
colors of the ranebo.
"'Take off your coat, you imperent, hungrateful scoundrl,' says I.
"'It's not your livery,' says he.
"'Peraps you'll understand me, when I take off my own,' says I,
unbuttoning the motherapurls of the MacWhirter tartn. 'Take my jackit,
Joe,' says I to the boy,--and put myself in a hattitude about which
there was NO MISTAYK.
*****
"He's 2 stone heavier than me--and knows the use of his ands as well
as most men; but in a fite, BLOOD'S EVERYTHINK: the Snobb can't stand
before the gentleman; and I should have killed him, I've little doubt,
but they came and stopt the fite betwigst us before we'd had more than 2
rounds.
"I punisht the raskle tremenjusly in that time, though; and I'm writing
this in my own sittn-room, not being able to come down to dinner on
account of a black-eye I've got, which is sweld up and disfiggrs me
dreadfl."
"On account of the hoffle black i which I reseaved in my rangcounter
with the hinfimus Fitzwarren, I kep my roomb for sevral days, with
the rose-colored curtings of the apartmint closed, so as to form
an agreeable twilike; and a light-bloo sattin shayd over the injard
pheacher.
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