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I was quite unprepared for the rapid manner in which
Mrs. Guppy’s power of jocularity merged into a power of
taking the profoundest offence.
‘Go along and find somebody that’s good enough for
you,’ repeated Mrs. Guppy. ‘Get out!’ Nothing seemed to
astonish Mr. Guppy’s mother so much and to make her so
very indignant as our not getting out. ‘Why don’t you get
out?’ said Mrs. Guppy. ‘What are you stopping here for?’
‘Mother,’ interposed her son, always getting before her
and pushing her back with one shoulder as she sidled at my
guardian, ‘WILL you hold your tongue?’
‘No, William,’ she returned, ‘I won’t! Not unless he gets
out, I won’t!’
However, Mr. Guppy and Mr. Jobling together closed on
Mr. Guppy’s mother (who began to be quite abusive) and
took her, very much against her will, downstairs, her voice
rising a stair higher every time her figure got a stair lower,
and insisting that we should immediately go and find some-
body who was good enough for us, and above all things that
we should get out.

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