I abandon you. I renounce
you. I wouldn't,' cried Miss Squeers in a solemn voice, 'have a child
named 'Tilda, not to save it from its grave.'
'As for the matther o' that,' observed John, 'it'll be time eneaf to
think aboot neaming of it when it cooms.'
'John!' interposed his wife, 'don't tease her.'
'Oh! Tease, indeed!' cried Miss Squeers, bridling up. 'Tease, indeed!
He, he! Tease, too! No, don't tease her. Consider her feelings, pray!'
'If it's fated that listeners are never to hear any good of themselves,'
said Mrs Browdie, 'I can't help it, and I am very sorry for it. But I
will say, Fanny, that times out of number I have spoken so kindly of you
behind your back, that even you could have found no fault with what I
said.'
'Oh, I dare say not, ma'am!' cried Miss Squeers, with another curtsy.
'Best thanks to you for your goodness, and begging and praying you not
to be hard upon me another time!'
'I don't know,' resumed Mrs Browdie, 'that I have said anything very bad
of you, even now. At all events, what I did say was quite true; but if I
have, I am very sorry for it, and I beg your pardon.
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