'Ah!' repeated Mrs Gamp; for it was always a safe sentiment in cases of
mourning. 'Ah dear! When Gamp was summoned to his long home, and I see
him a-lying in Guy's Hospital with a penny-piece on each eye, and his
wooden leg under his left arm, I thought I should have fainted away. But
I bore up.'
If certain whispers current in the Kingsgate Street circles had any
truth in them, she had indeed borne up surprisingly; and had exerted
such uncommon fortitude as to dispose of Mr Gamp's remains for the
benefit of science. But it should be added, in fairness, that this had
happened twenty years before; and that Mr and Mrs Gamp had long been
separated on the ground of incompatibility of temper in their drink.
'You have become indifferent since then, I suppose?' said Mr Pecksniff.
'Use is second nature, Mrs Gamp.'
'You may well say second nater, sir,' returned that lady. 'One's first
ways is to find sich things a trial to the feelings, and so is one's
lasting custom. If it wasn't for the nerve a little sip of liquor gives
me (I never was able to do more than taste it), I never could go through
with what I sometimes has to do.
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