I've a good conscience, sir, and would
much rather die than go down a ladder. All I wish is, respecting my love
to my married sister, Golden Lion Court, number twenty-sivin, second
bell-handle on the right-hand door-post.'
'Miggs!' cried Mr Tappertit, 'don't you know me? Sim, you know--Sim--'
'Oh! what about him!' cried Miggs, clasping her hands. 'Is he in any
danger? Is he in the midst of flames and blazes! Oh gracious, gracious!'
'Why I'm here, an't I?' rejoined Mr Tappertit, knocking himself on the
breast. 'Don't you see me? What a fool you are, Miggs!'
'There!' cried Miggs, unmindful of this compliment. 'Why--so
it--Goodness, what is the meaning of--If you please, mim, here's--'
'No, no!' cried Mr Tappertit, standing on tiptoe, as if by that means
he, in the street, were any nearer being able to stop the mouth of Miggs
in the garret. 'Don't!--I've been out without leave, and something or
another's the matter with the lock. Come down, and undo the shop window,
that I may get in that way.'
'I dursn't do it, Simmun,' cried Miggs--for that was her pronunciation
of his Christian name. 'I dursn't do it, indeed. You know as well as
anybody, how particular I am.
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