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Now
,
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Sowerberry
having
gone
out
to
tea
and
supper
:
and
Noah
Claypole
not
being
at
any
time
disposed
to
take
upon
himself
a
greater
amount
of
physical
exertion
than
is
necessary
to
a
convenient
performance
of
the
two
functions
of
eating
and
drinking
,
the
shop
was
not
closed
,
although
it
was
past
the
usual
hour
of
shutting-up
.
Mr.
Bumble
tapped
with
his
cane
on
the
counter
several
times
;
but
,
attracting
no
attention
,
and
beholding
a
light
shining
through
the
glass-window
of
the
little
parlour
at
the
back
of
the
shop
,
he
made
bold
to
peep
in
and
see
what
was
going
forward
;
and
when
he
saw
what
was
going
forward
,
he
was
not
a
little
surprised
.
The
cloth
was
laid
for
supper
;
the
table
was
covered
with
bread
and
butter
,
plates
and
glasses
;
a
porter-pot
and
a
wine-bottle
.
At
the
upper
end
of
the
table
,
Mr.
Noah
Claypole
lolled
negligently
in
an
easy-chair
,
with
his
legs
thrown
over
one
of
the
arms
:
an
open
clasp-knife
in
one
hand
,
and
a
mass
of
buttered
bread
in
the
other
.
Close
beside
him
stood
Charlotte
,
opening
oysters
from
a
barrel
:
which
Mr.
Claypole
condescended
to
swallow
,
with
remarkable
avidity
.
A
more
than
ordinary
redness
in
the
region
of
the
young
gentleman
's
nose
,
and
a
kind
of
fixed
wink
in
his
right
eye
,
denoted
that
he
was
in
a
slight
degree
intoxicated
;
these
symptoms
were
confirmed
by
the
intense
relish
with
which
he
took
his
oysters
,
for
which
nothing
but
a
strong
appreciation
of
their
cooling
properties
,
in
cases
of
internal
fever
,
could
have
sufficiently
accounted
.
'
Here
's
a
delicious
fat
one
,
Noah
,
dear
!
'
said
Charlotte
;
'
try
him
,
do
;
only
this
one
.
'
'
What
a
delicious
thing
is
a
oyster
!
'
remarked
Mr.
Claypole
,
after
he
had
swallowed
it
.
'
What
a
pity
it
is
,
a
number
of
'em
should
ever
make
you
feel
uncomfortable
;
is
n't
it
,
Charlotte
?
'
'
It
's
quite
a
cruelty
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
So
it
is
,
'
acquiesced
Mr.
Claypole
.
'
A
n't
yer
fond
of
oysters
?
'
'
Not
overmuch
,
'
replied
Charlotte
.
'
I
like
to
see
you
eat
'em
,
Noah
dear
,
better
than
eating
'em
myself
.
'
'
Lor
!
'
said
Noah
,
reflectively
;
'
how
queer
!
'
'
Have
another
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
Here
's
one
with
such
a
beautiful
,
delicate
beard
!
'
