At the same moment a peculiar fragrance was borne upon the
breeze, as if a passing fairy had hiccoughed, and had previously been to
a wine-vaults.
Mrs Gamp made no response to Mr Mould, but curtseyed to Mrs Mould again,
and held up her hands and eyes, as in a devout thanksgiving that she
looked so well. She was neatly, but not gaudily attired, in the
weeds she had worn when Mr Pecksniff had the pleasure of making her
acquaintance; and was perhaps the turning of a scale more snuffy.
'There are some happy creeturs,' Mrs Gamp observed, 'as time runs
back'ards with, and you are one, Mrs Mould; not that he need do nothing
except use you in his most owldacious way for years to come, I'm
sure; for young you are and will be. I says to Mrs Harris,' Mrs Gamp
continued, 'only t'other day; the last Monday evening fortnight as
ever dawned upon this Piljian's Projiss of a mortal wale; I says to Mrs
Harris when she says to me, "Years and our trials, Mrs Gamp, sets marks
upon us all."--"Say not the words, Mrs Harris, if you and me is to be
continual friends, for sech is not the case. Mrs Mould," I says, making
so free, I will confess, as use the name,' (she curtseyed here), '"is
one of them that goes agen the obserwation straight; and never, Mrs
Harris, whilst I've a drop of breath to draw, will I set by, and not
stand up, don't think it.
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