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‘
Ugh
,
you
brute
!
’
ejaculated
the
kind
-
hearted
landlady
.
‘
Poor
dear
.
’
And
with
sundry
ejaculations
of
‘
Come
now
,
there
’
s
a
dear
—
drink
a
little
of
this
—
it
’
ll
do
you
good
—
don
’
t
give
way
so
—
there
’
s
a
love
,
’
etc
.
etc
.
,
the
landlady
,
assisted
by
a
chambermaid
,
proceeded
to
vinegar
the
forehead
,
beat
the
hands
,
titillate
the
nose
,
and
unlace
the
stays
of
the
spinster
aunt
,
and
to
administer
such
other
restoratives
as
are
usually
applied
by
compassionate
females
to
ladies
who
are
endeavouring
to
ferment
themselves
into
hysterics
.
‘
Coach
is
ready
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
appearing
at
the
door
.
‘
Come
along
,
’
cried
Wardle
.
‘
I
’
ll
carry
her
downstairs
.
’
At
this
proposition
,
the
hysterics
came
on
with
redoubled
violence
.
The
landlady
was
about
to
enter
a
very
violent
protest
against
this
proceeding
,
and
had
already
given
vent
to
an
indignant
inquiry
whether
Mr
.
Wardle
considered
himself
a
lord
of
the
creation
,
when
Mr
.
Jingle
interposed
—
‘
Boots
,
’
said
he
,
‘
get
me
an
officer
.
’
‘
Stay
,
stay
,
’
said
little
Mr
.
Perker
.
‘
Consider
,
Sir
,
consider
.
’
‘
I
’
ll
not
consider
,
’
replied
Jingle
.
‘
She
’
s
her
own
mistress
—
see
who
dares
to
take
her
away
—
unless
she
wishes
it
.
’
‘
I
WON
’
T
be
taken
away
,
’
murmured
the
spinster
aunt
.
‘
I
DON
’
T
wish
it
.
’
(
Here
there
was
a
frightful
relapse
.
)
‘
My
dear
Sir
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
in
a
low
tone
,
taking
Mr
.
Wardle
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
apart
—
‘
my
dear
Sir
,
we
’
re
in
a
very
awkward
situation
.
It
’
s
a
distressing
case
—
very
;
I
never
knew
one
more
so
;
but
really
,
my
dear
sir
,
really
we
have
no
power
to
control
this
lady
’
s
actions
.
I
warned
you
before
we
came
,
my
dear
sir
,
that
there
was
nothing
to
look
to
but
a
compromise
.
’
