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‘
That
’
s
not
Job
,
’
thought
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
hastily
drawing
himself
straight
up
against
the
wall
again
.
‘
It
’
s
a
woman
.
’
He
had
scarcely
had
time
to
form
this
conclusion
,
when
a
window
above
stairs
was
thrown
up
,
and
three
or
four
female
voices
repeated
the
query
—
‘
Who
’
s
there
?
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
dared
not
move
hand
or
foot
.
It
was
clear
that
the
whole
establishment
was
roused
.
He
made
up
his
mind
to
remain
where
he
was
,
until
the
alarm
had
subsided
;
and
then
by
a
supernatural
effort
,
to
get
over
the
wall
,
or
perish
in
the
attempt
.
Like
all
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
determinations
,
this
was
the
best
that
could
be
made
under
the
circumstances
;
but
,
unfortunately
,
it
was
founded
upon
the
assumption
that
they
would
not
venture
to
open
the
door
again
.
What
was
his
discomfiture
,
when
he
heard
the
chain
and
bolts
withdrawn
,
and
saw
the
door
slowly
opening
,
wider
and
wider
!
He
retreated
into
the
corner
,
step
by
step
;
but
do
what
he
would
,
the
interposition
of
his
own
person
,
prevented
its
being
opened
to
its
utmost
width
.
‘
Who
’
s
there
?
’
screamed
a
numerous
chorus
of
treble
voices
from
the
staircase
inside
,
consisting
of
the
spinster
lady
of
the
establishment
,
three
teachers
,
five
female
servants
,
and
thirty
boarders
,
all
half
-
dressed
and
in
a
forest
of
curl
-
papers
.
Of
course
Mr
.
Pickwick
didn
’
t
say
who
was
there
:
and
then
the
burden
of
the
chorus
changed
into
—
‘
Lor
!
I
am
so
frightened
.
’
‘
Cook
,
’
said
the
lady
abbess
,
who
took
care
to
be
on
the
top
stair
,
the
very
last
of
the
group
—
‘
cook
,
why
don
’
t
you
go
a
little
way
into
the
garden
?
’
‘
Please
,
ma
’
am
,
I
don
’
t
like
,
’
responded
the
cook
.
‘
Lor
,
what
a
stupid
thing
that
cook
is
!
’
said
the
thirty
boarders
.
‘
Cook
,
’
said
the
lady
abbess
,
with
great
dignity
;
‘
don
’
t
answer
me
,
if
you
please
.
I
insist
upon
your
looking
into
the
garden
immediately
.
’
Here
the
cook
began
to
cry
,
and
the
housemaid
said
it
was
‘
a
shame
!
’
for
which
partisanship
she
received
a
month
’
s
warning
on
the
spot
.
