That's my opinion. I wouldn't
have any such Peter the Wild Boy as him in my house, sir, not if I was
paid race-week prices for it. He's enough to turn the very beer in
the casks sour with his looks; he is! So he would, if it had judgment
enough.'
'You're not answering my question, you know, Mark,' observed Mr Pinch.
'Well, sir,' said Mark, 'I don't know as there's much to answer further
than that. Him and his friend goes and stops at the Moon and Stars till
they've run a bill there; and then comes and stops with us and does the
same. The running of bills is common enough Mr Pinch; it an't that as
we object to; it's the ways of this chap. Nothing's good enough for him;
all the women is dying for him he thinks, and is overpaid if he winks at
'em; and all the men was made to be ordered about by him. This not being
aggravation enough, he says this morning to me, in his usual captivating
way, "We're going to-night, my man." "Are you, sir?" says I. "Perhaps
you'd like the bill got ready, sir?" "Oh no, my man," he says; "you
needn't mind that. I'll give Pecksniff orders to see to that.
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