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‘
Oh
.
he
says
we
’
re
dear
,
’
cried
the
oldest
and
ugliest
teacher
.
‘
Oh
,
the
wretch
!
’
‘
Ladies
,
’
roared
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
rendered
desperate
by
the
danger
of
his
situation
.
‘
Hear
me
.
I
am
no
robber
.
I
want
the
lady
of
the
house
.
’
‘
Oh
,
what
a
ferocious
monster
!
’
screamed
another
teacher
.
‘
He
wants
Miss
Tomkins
.
’
Here
there
was
a
general
scream
.
‘
Ring
the
alarm
bell
,
somebody
!
’
cried
a
dozen
voices
.
‘
Don
’
t
—
don
’
t
,
’
shouted
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Look
at
me
.
Do
I
look
like
a
robber
!
My
dear
ladies
—
you
may
bind
me
hand
and
leg
,
or
lock
me
up
in
a
closet
,
if
you
like
.
Only
hear
what
I
have
got
to
say
—
only
hear
me
.
’
‘
How
did
you
come
in
our
garden
?
’
faltered
the
housemaid
.
‘
Call
the
lady
of
the
house
,
and
I
’
ll
tell
her
everything
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
exerting
his
lungs
to
the
utmost
pitch
.
‘
Call
her
—
only
be
quiet
,
and
call
her
,
and
you
shall
hear
everything
.
’
It
might
have
been
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
appearance
,
or
it
might
have
been
his
manner
,
or
it
might
have
been
the
temptation
—
irresistible
to
a
female
mind
—
of
hearing
something
at
present
enveloped
in
mystery
,
that
reduced
the
more
reasonable
portion
of
the
establishment
(
some
four
individuals
)
to
a
state
of
comparative
quiet
.
By
them
it
was
proposed
,
as
a
test
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
sincerity
,
that
he
should
immediately
submit
to
personal
restraint
;
and
that
gentleman
having
consented
to
hold
a
conference
with
Miss
Tomkins
,
from
the
interior
of
a
closet
in
which
the
day
boarders
hung
their
bonnets
and
sandwich
-
bags
,
he
at
once
stepped
into
it
,
of
his
own
accord
,
and
was
securely
locked
in
.
This
revived
the
others
;
and
Miss
Tomkins
having
been
brought
to
,
and
brought
down
,
the
conference
began
.
‘
What
did
you
do
in
my
garden
,
man
?
’
said
Miss
Tomkins
,
in
a
faint
voice
.
