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‘
Why
,
bless
my
heart
!
’
said
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
.
‘
Did
you
apply
that
name
to
me
,
I
ask
of
you
,
sir
?
’
interrupted
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
with
intense
fierceness
,
throwing
the
door
wide
open
.
‘
Why
,
of
course
I
did
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
.
‘
Yes
,
of
course
you
did
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
backing
gradually
to
the
door
,
and
raising
her
voice
to
its
loudest
pitch
,
for
the
special
behoof
of
Mr
.
Raddle
in
the
kitchen
.
‘
Yes
,
of
course
you
did
!
And
everybody
knows
that
they
may
safely
insult
me
in
my
own
‘
ouse
while
my
husband
sits
sleeping
downstairs
,
and
taking
no
more
notice
than
if
I
was
a
dog
in
the
streets
.
He
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
himself
(
here
Mrs
.
Raddle
sobbed
)
to
allow
his
wife
to
be
treated
in
this
way
by
a
parcel
of
young
cutters
and
carvers
of
live
people
’
s
bodies
,
that
disgraces
the
lodgings
(
another
sob
)
,
and
leaving
her
exposed
to
all
manner
of
abuse
;
a
base
,
faint
-
hearted
,
timorous
wretch
,
that
’
s
afraid
to
come
upstairs
,
and
face
the
ruffinly
creatures
—
that
’
s
afraid
—
that
’
s
afraid
to
come
!
’
Mrs
.
Raddle
paused
to
listen
whether
the
repetition
of
the
taunt
had
roused
her
better
half
;
and
finding
that
it
had
not
been
successful
,
proceeded
to
descend
the
stairs
with
sobs
innumerable
;
when
there
came
a
loud
double
knock
at
the
street
door
;
whereupon
she
burst
into
an
hysterical
fit
of
weeping
,
accompanied
with
dismal
moans
,
which
was
prolonged
until
the
knock
had
been
repeated
six
times
,
when
,
in
an
uncontrollable
burst
of
mental
agony
,
she
threw
down
all
the
umbrellas
,
and
disappeared
into
the
back
parlour
,
closing
the
door
after
her
with
an
awful
crash
.
‘
Does
Mr
.
Sawyer
live
here
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
when
the
door
was
opened
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
girl
,
‘
first
floor
.
It
’
s
the
door
straight
afore
you
,
when
you
gets
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
.
’
Having
given
this
instruction
,
the
handmaid
,
who
had
been
brought
up
among
the
aboriginal
inhabitants
of
Southwark
,
disappeared
,
with
the
candle
in
her
hand
,
down
the
kitchen
stairs
,
perfectly
satisfied
that
she
had
done
everything
that
could
possibly
be
required
of
her
under
the
circumstances
.
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
who
entered
last
,
secured
the
street
door
,
after
several
ineffectual
efforts
,
by
putting
up
the
chain
;
and
the
friends
stumbled
upstairs
,
where
they
were
received
by
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
who
had
been
afraid
to
go
down
,
lest
he
should
be
waylaid
by
Mrs
.
Raddle
.
‘
How
are
you
?
’
said
the
discomfited
student
.
‘
Glad
to
see
you
—
take
care
of
the
glasses
.
’
This
caution
was
addressed
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
who
had
put
his
hat
in
the
tray
.
