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‘
Do
you
suppose
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
elevating
her
voice
for
the
information
of
the
neighbours
—
‘
do
you
suppose
that
I
’
m
a
-
going
day
after
day
to
let
a
fellar
occupy
my
lodgings
as
never
thinks
of
paying
his
rent
,
nor
even
the
very
money
laid
out
for
the
fresh
butter
and
lump
sugar
that
’
s
bought
for
his
breakfast
,
and
the
very
milk
that
’
s
took
in
,
at
the
street
door
?
Do
you
suppose
a
hard
-
working
and
industrious
woman
as
has
lived
in
this
street
for
twenty
year
(
ten
year
over
the
way
,
and
nine
year
and
three
-
quarters
in
this
very
house
)
has
nothing
else
to
do
but
to
work
herself
to
death
after
a
parcel
of
lazy
idle
fellars
,
that
are
always
smoking
and
drinking
,
and
lounging
,
when
they
ought
to
be
glad
to
turn
their
hands
to
anything
that
would
help
’
em
to
pay
their
bills
?
Do
you
—
’
‘
My
good
soul
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
soothingly
.
‘
Have
the
goodness
to
keep
your
observashuns
to
yourself
,
Sir
,
I
beg
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
suddenly
arresting
the
rapid
torrent
of
her
speech
,
and
addressing
the
third
party
with
impressive
slowness
and
solemnity
.
‘
I
am
not
aweer
,
Sir
,
that
you
have
any
right
to
address
your
conversation
to
me
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
let
these
apartments
to
you
,
Sir
.
’
‘
No
,
you
certainly
did
not
,
’
said
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
.
‘
Very
good
,
Sir
,
’
responded
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
with
lofty
politeness
.
‘
Then
p
’
raps
,
Sir
,
you
’
ll
confine
yourself
to
breaking
the
arms
and
legs
of
the
poor
people
in
the
hospitals
,
and
keep
yourself
TO
yourself
,
Sir
,
or
there
may
be
some
persons
here
as
will
make
you
,
Sir
.
’
‘
But
you
are
such
an
unreasonable
woman
,
’
remonstrated
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
.
‘
I
beg
your
parding
,
young
man
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
in
a
cold
perspiration
of
anger
.
‘
But
will
you
have
the
goodness
just
to
call
me
that
again
,
sir
?
’
‘
I
didn
’
t
make
use
of
the
word
in
any
invidious
sense
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
,
growing
somewhat
uneasy
on
his
own
account
.
‘
I
beg
your
parding
,
young
man
,
’
demanded
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
in
a
louder
and
more
imperative
tone
.
‘
But
who
do
you
call
a
woman
?
Did
you
make
that
remark
to
me
,
sir
?
’
