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The
young
gentleman
,
after
anxiously
feeling
his
shirt
-
collar
as
if
it
were
his
pulse
and
he
were
hypochondriacal
,
observed
,
‘
That
he
had
heard
it
noticed
by
fellers
.
’
‘
Edmund
Sparkler
has
heard
it
noticed
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
,
with
languid
triumph
.
‘
Why
,
no
doubt
everybody
has
heard
it
noticed
!
’
Which
in
truth
was
no
unreasonable
inference
;
seeing
that
Mr
Sparkler
would
probably
be
the
last
person
,
in
any
assemblage
of
the
human
species
,
to
receive
an
impression
from
anything
that
passed
in
his
presence
.
‘
And
Edmund
Sparkler
will
tell
you
,
I
dare
say
,
’
said
Mrs
Merdle
,
waving
her
favourite
hand
towards
her
husband
,
‘
how
he
has
heard
it
noticed
.
’
‘
I
couldn
’
t
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
,
after
feeling
his
pulse
as
before
,
‘
couldn
’
t
undertake
to
say
what
led
to
it
—
‘
cause
memory
desperate
loose
.
But
being
in
company
with
the
brother
of
a
doosed
fine
gal
—
well
educated
too
—
with
no
biggodd
nonsense
about
her
—
at
the
period
alluded
to
—
’
‘
There
!
Never
mind
the
sister
,
’
remarked
Mrs
Merdle
,
a
little
impatiently
.
‘
What
did
the
brother
say
?
’
‘
Didn
’
t
say
a
word
,
ma
’
am
,
’
answered
Mr
Sparkler
.
‘
As
silent
a
feller
as
myself
.
Equally
hard
up
for
a
remark
.
’
‘
Somebody
said
something
,
’
returned
Mrs
Merdle
.
‘
Never
mind
who
it
was
.
’
(
‘
Assure
you
I
don
’
t
in
the
least
,
’
said
Mr
Sparkler
.
)
‘
But
tell
us
what
it
was
.
’
