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’
‘
And
your
mother
,
and
the
clergyman
,
and
all
of
’
em
?
’
‘
Quite
well
.
’
‘
Where
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
with
an
effort
—
‘
where
is
—
SHE
,
Sir
?
’
and
he
turned
away
his
head
,
and
covered
his
eyes
with
his
hand
.
‘
SHE
!
’
said
the
old
gentleman
,
with
a
knowing
shake
of
the
head
.
‘
Do
you
mean
my
single
relative
—
eh
?
’
Mr
.
Tupman
,
by
a
nod
,
intimated
that
his
question
applied
to
the
disappointed
Rachael
.
‘
Oh
,
she
’
s
gone
away
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
She
’
s
living
at
a
relation
’
s
,
far
enough
off
.
She
couldn
’
t
bear
to
see
the
girls
,
so
I
let
her
go
.
But
come
!
Here
’
s
the
dinner
.
You
must
be
hungry
after
your
ride
.
I
am
,
without
any
ride
at
all
;
so
let
us
fall
to
.
’
Ample
justice
was
done
to
the
meal
;
and
when
they
were
seated
round
the
table
,
after
it
had
been
disposed
of
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
to
the
intense
horror
and
indignation
of
his
followers
,
related
the
adventure
he
had
undergone
,
and
the
success
which
had
attended
the
base
artifices
of
the
diabolical
Jingle
.
‘
And
the
attack
of
rheumatism
which
I
caught
in
that
garden
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
in
conclusion
,
‘
renders
me
lame
at
this
moment
.
’
‘
I
,
too
,
have
had
something
of
an
adventure
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
with
a
smile
;
and
,
at
the
request
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
he
detailed
the
malicious
libel
of
the
Eatanswill
INDEPENDENT
,
and
the
consequent
excitement
of
their
friend
,
the
editor
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
brow
darkened
during
the
recital
.
His
friends
observed
it
,
and
,
when
Mr
.
Winkle
had
concluded
,
maintained
a
profound
silence
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
struck
the
table
emphatically
with
his
clenched
fist
,
and
spoke
as
follows
:
—
