If you'd been born a Squeaker--" "He was, if ever a child was," said my sister, most emphatically.
Joe gave me some more gravy.
"Well, but I mean a four-footed Squeaker," said Mr.Pumblechook.

"If you had been born such, would you have been here now?
Not you--" "Unless in that form," said Mr.Wopsle, nodding towards the dish.
"But I don't mean in that form, sir," returned Mr.Pumblechook, who had an objection to being interrupted; "I mean, enjoying himself with his elders and betters, and improving himself with their conversation, and rolling in the lap of luxury.

Would he have been doing that?
No, he wouldn't.

And what would have been your destination ?" turning on me again.

"You would have been disposed of for so many shillings according to the market price of the article, and Dunstable the butcher would have come up to you as you lay in your straw, and he would have whipped you under his left arm, and with his right he would have tucked up his frock to get a penknife from out of his waistcoat-pocket, and he would have shed your blood and had your life.