But
Nadgett brought it quickly; and, having lingered for a moment, fell back
upon his old post by the fire.
'You see, my dear fellow,' resumed Tigg, 'you are too--what's the matter
with your lips? How white they are!'
'I took some vinegar just now,' said Jonas. 'I had oysters for my
breakfast. Where are they white?' he added, muttering an oath, and
rubbing them upon his handkerchief. 'I don't believe they ARE white.'
'Now I look again, they are not,' replied his friend. 'They are coming
right again.'
'Say what you were going to say,' cried Jonas angrily, 'and let my face
be! As long as I can show my teeth when I want to (and I can do that
pretty well), the colour of my lips is not material.'
'Quite true,' said Tigg. 'I was only going to say that you are too quick
and active for our friend. He is too shy to cope with such a man as you,
but does his duty well. Oh, very well! But what is a light sleeper?'
'Hang a light sleeper!' exclaimed Jonas pettishly.
'No, no,' interrupted Tigg. 'No. We'll not do that.'
'A light sleeper ain't a heavy one,' said Jonas in his sulky way; 'don't
sleep much, and don't sleep well, and don't sleep sound.
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