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Why did he do this? Because he was your neighbour. To-day

Soplica's landmarks touch your borders; what good has he ever

done you?"

"Not a bit!" interrupted Bucket, "for he is an upstart that rose

from being a petty landholder. But how haughtily he blows out his

cheeks, pooh, pooh, pooh; how high he holds his head! You

remember, I invited him to my daughter's wedding; I offered him

drink, but he wouldn't take it; he said: 'I don't drink as much

as you gentry; you gentry swill like bitterns.' What a magnate! a

milksop made of pastry flour!137 He wouldn't drink, so we poured

it down his throat; he cried, 'This is an act of violence!' Just

wait; I'll pour it into him out of my bucket!"