'I say
no! not next week. It shan't be till I choose, and I may not choose it
to be for months. There!'
He glanced up at her from the ground, almost as darkly as he had looked
at Tom Pinch; but held his peace.
'No fright of a Griffin with a patch over his eye shall dictate to me or
have a voice in the matter,' said Merry. 'There!'
Still Mr Jonas held his peace.
'If it's next month, that shall be the very earliest; but I won't say
when it shall be till to-morrow; and if you don't like that, it shall
never be at all,' said Merry; 'and if you follow me about and won't
leave me alone, it shall never be at all. There! And if you don't do
everything I order you to do, it shall never be at all. So don't follow
me. There, Griffin!'
And with that, she skipped away, among the trees.
'Ecod, my lady!' said Jonas, looking after her, and biting a piece
of straw, almost to powder; 'you'll catch it for this, when you ARE
married. It's all very well now--it keeps one on, somehow, and you know
it--but I'll pay you off scot and lot by-and-bye. This is a plaguey dull
sort of a place for a man to be sitting by himself in.
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