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‘
Mrs
Merdle
,
’
retorted
that
gentleman
,
wiping
his
dull
red
and
yellow
face
,
‘
I
know
that
as
well
as
you
do
.
If
you
were
not
an
ornament
to
Society
,
and
if
I
was
not
a
benefactor
to
Society
,
you
and
I
would
never
have
come
together
.
When
I
say
a
benefactor
to
it
,
I
mean
a
person
who
provides
it
with
all
sorts
of
expensive
things
to
eat
and
drink
and
look
at
.
But
,
to
tell
me
that
I
am
not
fit
for
it
after
all
I
have
done
for
it
—
after
all
I
have
done
for
it
,
’
repeated
Mr
Merdle
,
with
a
wild
emphasis
that
made
his
wife
lift
up
her
eyelids
,
‘
after
all
—
all
!
—
to
tell
me
I
have
no
right
to
mix
with
it
after
all
,
is
a
pretty
reward
.
’
‘
I
say
,
’
answered
Mrs
Merdle
composedly
,
‘
that
you
ought
to
make
yourself
fit
for
it
by
being
more
degage
,
and
less
preoccupied
.
There
is
a
positive
vulgarity
in
carrying
your
business
affairs
about
with
you
as
you
do
.
’
‘
How
do
I
carry
them
about
,
Mrs
Merdle
?
’
asked
Mr
Merdle
.
‘
How
do
you
carry
them
about
?
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
.
‘
Look
at
yourself
in
the
glass
.
’
Mr
Merdle
involuntarily
turned
his
eyes
in
the
direction
of
the
nearest
mirror
,
and
asked
,
with
a
slow
determination
of
his
turbid
blood
to
his
temples
,
whether
a
man
was
to
be
called
to
account
for
his
digestion
?
‘
You
have
a
physician
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
.
‘
He
does
me
no
good
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
.
Mrs
Merdle
changed
her
ground
.
‘
Besides
,
’
said
she
,
‘
your
digestion
is
nonsense
.
I
don
’
t
speak
of
your
digestion
.
I
speak
of
your
manner
.
’
