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‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
pettishly
.
‘
Take
away
the
boy
.
’
(
Here
Mr
.
Winkle
carried
the
interesting
boy
,
screaming
and
struggling
,
to
the
farther
end
of
the
apartment
.
)
‘
Now
help
me
,
lead
this
woman
downstairs
.
’
‘
Oh
,
I
am
better
now
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
faintly
.
‘
Let
me
lead
you
downstairs
,
’
said
the
ever
-
gallant
Mr
.
Tupman
.
‘
Thank
you
,
sir
—
thank
you
;
’
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Bardell
hysterically
.
And
downstairs
she
was
led
accordingly
,
accompanied
by
her
affectionate
son
.
‘
I
cannot
conceive
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
when
his
friend
returned
—
‘
I
cannot
conceive
what
has
been
the
matter
with
that
woman
.
I
had
merely
announced
to
her
my
intention
of
keeping
a
man
-
servant
,
when
she
fell
into
the
extraordinary
paroxysm
in
which
you
found
her
.
Very
extraordinary
thing
.
’
‘
Very
,
’
said
his
three
friends
.
‘
Placed
me
in
such
an
extremely
awkward
situation
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Very
,
’
was
the
reply
of
his
followers
,
as
they
coughed
slightly
,
and
looked
dubiously
at
each
other
.
This
behaviour
was
not
lost
upon
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
He
remarked
their
incredulity
.
They
evidently
suspected
him
.
