CHAPTER 7
ad and in treated me sort o respect to a by and see me abused by t been t ha done.
`If you talk o t, said Mr tulliver, `my familys as good as yours - and better, for it got a damned illtempered .
`ell! said Mrs Glegg, rising from knoo sit by and , Mr Glegg, but Im not going to stay a minute longer in tay behe gig, and Ill walk home.
`Dear , dear ! said Mr Glegg in a melancone, as of the room.
`Mr tulliver, alk so? said Mrs tulliver, ears in her eyes.
`Let ulliver, too to be damped by any amount of tears. `Let ter: s be trying to domineer over me again in a hurry.
`Sister Pullet, said Mrs tulliver, ud be any use for you to go after ry to pacify her?
`Better not, better not, said Mr Deane. `Youll make it up another day.
`ters, s tulliver, drying her eyes.
No proposition could ulliver felt very mucrusive flies no of tter t ion to business allo man of ance and icity of tongue o Mr tullivers oendency t e condition. And noalk frivolous interruption. ton ion irely ne ttle of aterloo, many Englis to speak of Bluculliver icular kno matter, ime; t dissidence, Mr Deane remarking t disposed to give muc to togetisfactory cer of transactions in Dantzic beer, inclining o form raten on tulliver proceeded to express try could never again be used to be; but Mr Deane, attaco a firm of urally took a more lively vie, and ails to give concerning tate of ts especially in er, ion by to more distant perspective try terly ts