But, curse the house!
the dirty acres about it are the thing; and d--d fine parcel they
are to be sure. If my old grandmother was dead--she can't live another
season, for she's turned of fourscore, and quite worn out: nay, as
for that matter, I believe I have got a letter in my pocket, giving
an account of her being despaired of by the doctors. Let me see--No,
d-- it! I left it at home, in the pocket of another coat."
Pickle, who, from the beginning of this harangue, saw its tendency,
seemed to yield the most serious attention to what he said: breaking
in upon it, every now and then, with the interjections, hum! ha! the
deuce! and several civil questions, from which the other conceived
happy omens of success; till perceiving they had advanced as far
as the passage into St. James's, the mischievous youth interrupted
him all at once, saying, "I see you are for the end of the walk;
this is my way." With these words he took leave of the saunterer,
who would have delayed his retreat, by calling to him aloud, that
he had not yet described the situation of his castle.
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