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The
more
the
middle
-
aged
lady
meditated
,
the
more
terrified
she
became
;
and
at
length
she
determined
to
repair
to
the
house
of
the
principal
magistrate
of
the
town
,
and
request
him
to
secure
the
persons
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Tupman
without
delay
.
To
this
decision
the
middle
-
aged
lady
was
impelled
by
a
variety
of
considerations
,
the
chief
of
which
was
the
incontestable
proof
it
would
afford
of
her
devotion
to
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
,
and
her
anxiety
for
his
safety
.
She
was
too
well
acquainted
with
his
jealous
temperament
to
venture
the
slightest
allusion
to
the
real
cause
of
her
agitation
on
beholding
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
and
she
trusted
to
her
own
influence
and
power
of
persuasion
with
the
little
man
,
to
quell
his
boisterous
jealousy
,
supposing
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
were
removed
,
and
no
fresh
quarrel
could
arise
.
Filled
with
these
reflections
,
the
middle
-
aged
lady
arrayed
herself
in
her
bonnet
and
shawl
,
and
repaired
to
the
mayor
’
s
dwelling
straightway
.
Now
George
Nupkins
,
Esquire
,
the
principal
magistrate
aforesaid
,
was
as
grand
a
personage
as
the
fastest
walker
would
find
out
,
between
sunrise
and
sunset
,
on
the
twenty
-
first
of
June
,
which
being
,
according
to
the
almanacs
,
the
longest
day
in
the
whole
year
,
would
naturally
afford
him
the
longest
period
for
his
search
.
On
this
particular
morning
,
Mr
.
Nupkins
was
in
a
state
of
the
utmost
excitement
and
irritation
,
for
there
had
been
a
rebellion
in
the
town
;
all
the
day
-
scholars
at
the
largest
day
-
school
had
conspired
to
break
the
windows
of
an
obnoxious
apple
-
seller
,
and
had
hooted
the
beadle
and
pelted
the
constabulary
—
an
elderly
gentleman
in
top
-
boots
,
who
had
been
called
out
to
repress
the
tumult
,
and
who
had
been
a
peace
-
officer
,
man
and
boy
,
for
half
a
century
at
least
.
And
Mr
.
Nupkins
was
sitting
in
his
easy
-
chair
,
frowning
with
majesty
,
and
boiling
with
rage
,
when
a
lady
was
announced
on
pressing
,
private
,
and
particular
business
.
Mr
.
Nupkins
looked
calmly
terrible
,
and
commanded
that
the
lady
should
be
shown
in
;
which
command
,
like
all
the
mandates
of
emperors
,
and
magistrates
,
and
other
great
potentates
of
the
earth
,
was
forthwith
obeyed
;
and
Miss
Witherfield
,
interestingly
agitated
,
was
ushered
in
accordingly
.
‘
Muzzle
!
’
said
the
magistrate
.
Muzzle
was
an
undersized
footman
,
with
a
long
body
and
short
legs
.
‘
Muzzle
!
’
‘
Yes
,
your
Worship
.
’
‘
Place
a
chair
,
and
leave
the
room
.
’
‘
Yes
,
your
Worship
.
’
‘
Now
,
ma
’
am
,
will
you
state
your
business
?
’
said
the
magistrate
.
