aster's defeat, which made her natural hideousness something quite
fearful; 'let's hear it all again, beginning at the beginning now, as
if you'd never told me. Let's have it every word--now--now--beginning at
the very first, you know, when he went to the house that morning!'

Mr Squeers, plying Mrs Sliderskew freely with the liquor, and sustaining
himself under the exertion of speaking so loud by frequent applications
to it himself, complied with this request by describing the discomfiture
of Arthur Gride, with such improvements on the truth as happened to
occur to him, and the ingenious invention and application of which
had been very instrumental in recommending him to her notice in the
beginning of their acquaintance. Mrs Sliderskew was in an ecstasy of
delight, rolling her head about, drawing up her skinny shoulders, and
wrinkling her cadaverous face into so many and such complicated forms of
ugliness, as awakened the unbounded astonishment and disgust even of Mr
Squeers.

'He's a treacherous old goat,' said Peg, 'and cozened me with cunning
tricks and lying promises, but never mind. I'm even with him. I'm even
with him.'

'More than even, Slider,' returned Squeers; 'you'd have been even with
him if he'd got married; but with the disappointment besides, you're
a long way ahead. Out of sight, Slider, quite out of sight. And that
reminds me,' he added, handing her the glass, 'if you want me to give
you my opinion of them deeds, and tell you what you'd better keep and
what you'd better burn, why, now's your time, Slider.'

'There an't no hurry for that,' said Peg, with several knowing looks and
winks.

'Oh! very well!' observed Squeers, 'it don't matter to me; you asked
me, you know. I shouldn't charge you nothing, being a friend. You're the
best judge of course. But you're a bold woman, Slider.'

'How do you mean, bold?' said Peg.

'Why, I only mean that if it was me, I wouldn't keep papers as might
hang me, littering about when they might be turned into money--them as
wasn't useful made away with, and them as was, laid by somewheres, safe;
that's all,' returned Squeers; 'but everybody's the best judge of their
own affairs. All I say is, Slider, I wouldn't do it.'

'Come,' said Peg, 'then you shall see 'em.'

'I don't want to see 'em,' replied Squeers, affecting to be out of
humour; 'don't talk as if it was a treat. Show 'em to somebody else, and
take their advice.'

Mr Squeers would, very likely, have ca