"Mr.Morton writes me word that he has provided for your mother! Does he not, Hannah ?" "More fool he, I'm sure, with such a fine family of his own! Don't look at me in that way, young man; I won't take it--that I won't! I declare my blood friz to see you!" "Will you advance me money ?--five pounds--only five pounds, Mr.
Plaskwith ?" "Not five shillings! Talk to me in this style!--not the man for it, sir!--highly improper.

Come, shut up the shop, and recollect yourself; and, perhaps, when Sir Thomas's library is done, I may let you go to town.

You can't go to-morrow.

All a sham, perhaps; eh, Hannah ?" "Very likely! Consult Plimmins.

Better come away now, Mr.P.He looks like a young tiger." Mrs.Plaskwith quitted the shop for the parlour.