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‘
And
what
steps
,
sir
,
do
you
mean
to
take
to
obtain
redress
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
,
gaining
courage
as
he
saw
Pott
losing
it
.
‘
Oh
,
Goodwin
,
’
observed
Mrs
.
Pott
,
‘
does
he
mean
to
horsewhip
the
editor
of
the
INDEPENDENT
—
does
he
,
Goodwin
?
’
‘
Hush
,
hush
,
ma
’
am
;
pray
keep
yourself
quiet
,
’
replied
the
bodyguard
.
‘
I
dare
say
he
will
,
if
you
wish
it
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
Pott
,
as
his
wife
evinced
decided
symptoms
of
going
off
again
.
‘
Of
course
I
shall
.
’
‘
When
,
Goodwin
—
when
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Pott
,
still
undecided
about
the
going
off
.
‘
Immediately
,
of
course
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pott
;
‘
before
the
day
is
out
.
’
‘
Oh
,
Goodwin
,
’
resumed
Mrs
.
Pott
,
‘
it
’
s
the
only
way
of
meeting
the
slander
,
and
setting
me
right
with
the
world
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
Goodwin
.
‘
No
man
as
is
a
man
,
ma
’
am
,
could
refuse
to
do
it
.
’
So
,
as
the
hysterics
were
still
hovering
about
,
Mr
.
Pott
said
once
more
that
he
would
do
it
;
but
Mrs
.
Pott
was
so
overcome
at
the
bare
idea
of
having
ever
been
suspected
,
that
she
was
half
a
dozen
times
on
the
very
verge
of
a
relapse
,
and
most
unquestionably
would
have
gone
off
,
had
it
not
been
for
the
indefatigable
efforts
of
the
assiduous
Goodwin
,
and
repeated
entreaties
for
pardon
from
the
conquered
Pott
;
and
finally
,
when
that
unhappy
individual
had
been
frightened
and
snubbed
down
to
his
proper
level
,
Mrs
.
Pott
recovered
,
and
they
went
to
breakfast
.
