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‘
Do
you
hear
,
cook
?
’
said
the
lady
abbess
,
stamping
her
foot
impatiently
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
hear
your
missis
,
cook
?
’
said
the
three
teachers
.
‘
What
an
impudent
thing
that
cook
is
!
’
said
the
thirty
boarders
.
The
unfortunate
cook
,
thus
strongly
urged
,
advanced
a
step
or
two
,
and
holding
her
candle
just
where
it
prevented
her
from
seeing
at
all
,
declared
there
was
nothing
there
,
and
it
must
have
been
the
wind
.
The
door
was
just
going
to
be
closed
in
consequence
,
when
an
inquisitive
boarder
,
who
had
been
peeping
between
the
hinges
,
set
up
a
fearful
screaming
,
which
called
back
the
cook
and
housemaid
,
and
all
the
more
adventurous
,
in
no
time
.
‘
What
is
the
matter
with
Miss
Smithers
?
’
said
the
lady
abbess
,
as
the
aforesaid
Miss
Smithers
proceeded
to
go
into
hysterics
of
four
young
lady
power
.
‘
Lor
,
Miss
Smithers
,
dear
,
’
said
the
other
nine
-
and
-
twenty
boarders
.
‘
Oh
,
the
man
—
the
man
—
behind
the
door
!
’
screamed
Miss
Smithers
.
The
lady
abbess
no
sooner
heard
this
appalling
cry
,
than
she
retreated
to
her
own
bedroom
,
double
-
locked
the
door
,
and
fainted
away
comfortably
.
The
boarders
,
and
the
teachers
,
and
the
servants
,
fell
back
upon
the
stairs
,
and
upon
each
other
;
and
never
was
such
a
screaming
,
and
fainting
,
and
struggling
beheld
.
In
the
midst
of
the
tumult
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
emerged
from
his
concealment
,
and
presented
himself
amongst
them
.
‘
Ladies
—
dear
ladies
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
