? ? ? ? Mr. Chillip, looking mildly at my aunt with his head on one side, and making her a little bow, said, in allusion to the jewellers' cotton, as he softly touched his left ear:
? ? ? ? 'Some local irritation, ma'am?'
? ? ? ? 'What!' replied my aunt, pulling the cotton out of one ear like a cork.
? ? ? ? Mr. Chillip was so alarmed by her abruptness - as he told my mother afterwards - that it was a mercy he didn't lose his presence of mind. But he repeated sweetly:
? ? ? ? 'Some local irritation, ma'am?'
? ? ? ? 'Nonsense!' replied my aunt, and corked herself again, at one blow.
? ? ? ? Mr. Chillip could do nothing after this, but sit and look at her feebly, as she sat and looked at the fire, until he was called upstairs again.
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