"But bein' a man of sceince, I feel for th' higher organisation. Mice are
a part of Nature, as much as market-gardeners."
"So be stoats, and adders, and doctors."
Sampson appealed: "Jintlemen, here's a pretty pashint: reflects on our
lairned profission, and it never cost him a guinea, for the dog never
pays."
"Don't let my chaff choke ye, doctor. That warn't meant for _you_
altogether. So if you _have_ got a little bit of that 'ere about you----"
"I'm not a ratcatcher, my man: I don't go with dith in my pocket, like
the surgeons that carry a lancet. And if I had Murder in both pockets,
you shouldn't get any. Here's a greedy dog! got a thousand pounds in the
bank, and grudges his healer a guinea, and his mouse a stand-up bite."
"Now, who have been a telling you lies?" inquired Maxley severely. "My
missus, for a farthing. I'm not a thousand-pound man; I'm a
nine-hundred-pound man; and it's all safe at Hardie's." Here he went from
his roar to his whisper, "I don't hold with Lunnon banks; they be like my
missus's eggs: all one outside, and the rotten ones only known by
breaking.
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