'Thank you, Mr.Brown Boots,' repeated he, taking off his hat and bowing very low.

'Very much obl_e_ged to you, Mr.Brown Boots.

Most particklarly obl_e_ged to you, Mr.Brown Boots,' with another low bow.

'Hang'd obl_e_ged to you, Mr.Brown Boots! D--n you, Mr.Brown Boots!' continued his lordship, looking at Sponge as if he would eat him.
'Beg pardon, sir,' blurted Sponge; 'my horse--' 'Hang your horse!' screamed his lordship; 'it wasn't your horse that headed the fox, was it ?' 'Beg pardon--couldn't help it; I--' 'Couldn't help it.

Hang your helps--you're _always_ doing it, sir.