'Yes, dad!' emphatically
returned Jacob, 'but I know'd they were the very same herrin, by the
taste on 'em: they tasted as if they wor stolen!' And Jacob having
delivered himself of this tart and somewhat strange rejoinder, gave
his shoulder a significant shrug, as he watched dad's eyes, without
faltering.
"'That's plump testimony--there's no coming yer Yankee twist over
that! Ye see, Hornblower, I knows the hang of the law, slap up. The
public should know these outrages; the Parliament should be apprised
of such breaches of law and moral honesty; the Home Government should
know what cussed pests the Yankees are! We don't want you here at all,
Hornblower; you've turned pedler, and upset all our trade--there now!'
Here the Squire worked himself up into a perfect fever of excitement,
pressing his law-book firmly on the table while addressing his legal
observations to his auditory. 'I shall pronounce you guilty,
Hornblower, and judge you to pay a fine of twenty pounds currency,
according to the sovereign law of this Her Most Gracious Britannic
Majesty's province.
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