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The
permission
was
not
at
all
necessary
,
for
,
before
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
had
uttered
the
words
,
a
little
,
fierce
woman
bounced
into
the
room
,
all
in
a
tremble
with
passion
,
and
pale
with
rage
.
‘
Now
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
’
said
the
little
,
fierce
woman
,
trying
to
appear
very
calm
,
‘
if
you
’
ll
have
the
kindness
to
settle
that
little
bill
of
mine
I
’
ll
thank
you
,
because
I
’
ve
got
my
rent
to
pay
this
afternoon
,
and
my
landlord
’
s
a
-
waiting
below
now
.
’
Here
the
little
woman
rubbed
her
hands
,
and
looked
steadily
over
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
head
,
at
the
wall
behind
him
.
‘
I
am
very
sorry
to
put
you
to
any
inconvenience
,
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
deferentially
,
‘
but
—
’
‘
Oh
,
it
isn
’
t
any
inconvenience
,
’
replied
the
little
woman
,
with
a
shrill
titter
.
‘
I
didn
’
t
want
it
particular
before
to
-
day
;
leastways
,
as
it
has
to
go
to
my
landlord
directly
,
it
was
as
well
for
you
to
keep
it
as
me
.
You
promised
me
this
afternoon
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
and
every
gentleman
as
has
ever
lived
here
,
has
kept
his
word
,
Sir
,
as
of
course
anybody
as
calls
himself
a
gentleman
does
.
’
Mrs
.
Raddle
tossed
her
head
,
bit
her
lips
,
rubbed
her
hands
harder
,
and
looked
at
the
wall
more
steadily
than
ever
.
It
was
plain
to
see
,
as
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
remarked
in
a
style
of
Eastern
allegory
on
a
subsequent
occasion
,
that
she
was
‘
getting
the
steam
up
.
’
‘
I
am
very
sorry
,
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
all
imaginable
humility
,
‘
but
the
fact
is
,
that
I
have
been
disappointed
in
the
City
to
-
day
.
’
—
Extraordinary
place
that
City
.
An
astonishing
number
of
men
always
ARE
getting
disappointed
there
.
‘
Well
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
planting
herself
firmly
on
a
purple
cauliflower
in
the
Kidderminster
carpet
,
‘
and
what
’
s
that
to
me
,
Sir
?
’
‘
I
—
I
—
have
no
doubt
,
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
,
blinking
this
last
question
,
‘
that
before
the
middle
of
next
week
we
shall
be
able
to
set
ourselves
quite
square
,
and
go
on
,
on
a
better
system
,
afterwards
.
’
This
was
all
Mrs
.
Raddle
wanted
.
She
had
bustled
up
to
the
apartment
of
the
unlucky
Bob
Sawyer
,
so
bent
upon
going
into
a
passion
,
that
,
in
all
probability
,
payment
would
have
rather
disappointed
her
than
otherwise
.
She
was
in
excellent
order
for
a
little
relaxation
of
the
kind
,
having
just
exchanged
a
few
introductory
compliments
with
Mr
.
R
.
in
the
front
kitchen
.
