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‘
It
’
s
a
conspiracy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
at
length
recovering
the
power
of
speech
;
‘
a
base
conspiracy
between
these
two
grasping
attorneys
,
Dodson
and
Fogg
.
Mrs
.
Bardell
would
never
do
it
;
—
she
hasn
’
t
the
heart
to
do
it
;
—
she
hasn
’
t
the
case
to
do
it
.
Ridiculous
—
ridiculous
.
’
‘
Of
her
heart
,
’
said
Wardle
,
with
a
smile
,
‘
you
should
certainly
be
the
best
judge
.
I
don
’
t
wish
to
discourage
you
,
but
I
should
certainly
say
that
,
of
her
case
,
Dodson
and
Fogg
are
far
better
judges
than
any
of
us
can
be
.
’
‘
It
’
s
a
vile
attempt
to
extort
money
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
hope
it
is
,
’
said
Wardle
,
with
a
short
,
dry
cough
.
‘
Who
ever
heard
me
address
her
in
any
way
but
that
in
which
a
lodger
would
address
his
landlady
?
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
great
vehemence
.
‘
Who
ever
saw
me
with
her
?
Not
even
my
friends
here
—
’
‘
Except
on
one
occasion
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
changed
colour
.
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wardle
.
‘
Well
,
that
’
s
important
.
There
was
nothing
suspicious
then
,
I
suppose
?
’
Mr
.
Tupman
glanced
timidly
at
his
leader
.
‘
Why
,
’
said
he
,
‘
there
was
nothing
suspicious
;
but
—
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
happened
,
mind
—
she
certainly
was
reclining
in
his
arms
.
’
‘
Gracious
powers
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
the
recollection
of
the
scene
in
question
struck
forcibly
upon
him
;
‘
what
a
dreadful
instance
of
the
force
of
circumstances
!
So
she
was
—
so
she
was
.
’
