'I will not deceive you, my
sweet. Why should I?'
'That is the Antwerp packet in the middle,' said Ruth.
'And I wish it was in Jonadge's belly, I do,' cried Mrs Gamp; appearing
to confound the prophet with the whale in this miraculous aspiration.
Ruth said nothing in reply; but, as Mrs Gamp, laying her chin against
the cool iron of the rail, continued to look intently at the Antwerp
boat, and every now and then to give a little groan, she inquired
whether any child of hers was going aboard that morning? Or perhaps her
husband, she said kindly.
'Which shows,' said Mrs Gamp, casting up her eyes, 'what a little way
you've travelled into this wale of life, my dear young creetur! As a
good friend of mine has frequent made remark to me, which her name,
my love, is Harris, Mrs Harris through the square and up the steps
a-turnin' round by the tobacker shop, "Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we
know wot lays afore us!" "Mrs Harris, ma'am," I says, "not much, it's
true, but more than you suppoge. Our calcilations, ma'am," I says,
"respectin' wot the number of a family will be, comes most times within
one, and oftener than you would suppoge, exact.
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