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‘
I
raly
cannot
contain
myself
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
‘
when
I
think
of
such
perjury
.
I
don
’
t
wish
to
say
anything
to
make
you
uncomfortable
,
young
man
,
but
your
master
’
s
an
old
brute
,
and
I
wish
I
had
him
here
to
tell
him
so
.
’
‘
I
wish
you
had
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
To
see
how
dreadful
she
takes
on
,
going
moping
about
,
and
taking
no
pleasure
in
nothing
,
except
when
her
friends
comes
in
,
out
of
charity
,
to
sit
with
her
,
and
make
her
comfortable
,
’
resumed
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
glancing
at
the
tin
saucepan
and
the
Dutch
oven
,
‘
it
’
s
shocking
!
’
‘
Barbareous
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
.
‘
And
your
master
,
young
man
!
A
gentleman
with
money
,
as
could
never
feel
the
expense
of
a
wife
,
no
more
than
nothing
,
’
continued
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
with
great
volubility
;
‘
why
there
ain
’
t
the
faintest
shade
of
an
excuse
for
his
behaviour
!
Why
don
’
t
he
marry
her
?
’
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
to
be
sure
;
that
’
s
the
question
.
’
‘
Question
,
indeed
,
’
retorted
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
‘
she
’
d
question
him
,
if
she
’
d
my
spirit
.
Hows
’
ever
,
there
is
law
for
us
women
,
mis
’
rable
creeturs
as
they
’
d
make
us
,
if
they
could
;
and
that
your
master
will
find
out
,
young
man
,
to
his
cost
,
afore
he
’
s
six
months
older
.
’
At
this
consolatory
reflection
,
Mrs
.
Cluppins
bridled
up
,
and
smiled
at
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
who
smiled
back
again
.
‘
The
action
’
s
going
on
,
and
no
mistake
,
’
thought
Sam
,
as
Mrs
.
Bardell
re
-
entered
with
the
receipt
.
‘
Here
’
s
the
receipt
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Mrs
.
