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First
of
all
,
it
was
necessary
to
awaken
the
girl
,
who
had
fallen
asleep
with
her
face
on
the
kitchen
table
;
this
took
a
little
time
,
and
,
even
when
she
did
answer
the
bell
,
another
quarter
of
an
hour
was
consumed
in
fruitless
endeavours
to
impart
to
her
a
faint
and
distant
glimmering
of
reason
.
The
man
to
whom
the
order
for
the
oysters
had
been
sent
,
had
not
been
told
to
open
them
;
it
is
a
very
difficult
thing
to
open
an
oyster
with
a
limp
knife
and
a
two
-
pronged
fork
;
and
very
little
was
done
in
this
way
.
Very
little
of
the
beef
was
done
either
;
and
the
ham
(
which
was
also
from
the
German
-
sausage
shop
round
the
corner
)
was
in
a
similar
predicament
.
However
,
there
was
plenty
of
porter
in
a
tin
can
;
and
the
cheese
went
a
great
way
,
for
it
was
very
strong
.
So
upon
the
whole
,
perhaps
,
the
supper
was
quite
as
good
as
such
matters
usually
are
.
After
supper
,
another
jug
of
punch
was
put
upon
the
table
,
together
with
a
paper
of
cigars
,
and
a
couple
of
bottles
of
spirits
.
Then
there
was
an
awful
pause
;
and
this
awful
pause
was
occasioned
by
a
very
common
occurrence
in
this
sort
of
place
,
but
a
very
embarrassing
one
notwithstanding
.
The
fact
is
,
the
girl
was
washing
the
glasses
.
The
establishment
boasted
four
:
we
do
not
record
the
circumstance
as
at
all
derogatory
to
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
for
there
never
was
a
lodging
-
house
yet
,
that
was
not
short
of
glasses
.
The
landlady
’
s
glasses
were
little
,
thin
,
blown
-
glass
tumblers
,
and
those
which
had
been
borrowed
from
the
public
-
house
were
great
,
dropsical
,
bloated
articles
,
each
supported
on
a
huge
gouty
leg
.
This
would
have
been
in
itself
sufficient
to
have
possessed
the
company
with
the
real
state
of
affairs
;
but
the
young
woman
of
all
work
had
prevented
the
possibility
of
any
misconception
arising
in
the
mind
of
any
gentleman
upon
the
subject
,
by
forcibly
dragging
every
man
’
s
glass
away
,
long
before
he
had
finished
his
beer
,
and
audibly
stating
,
despite
the
winks
and
interruptions
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
that
it
was
to
be
conveyed
downstairs
,
and
washed
forthwith
.
It
is
a
very
ill
wind
that
blows
nobody
any
good
.
The
prim
man
in
the
cloth
boots
,
who
had
been
unsuccessfully
attempting
to
make
a
joke
during
the
whole
time
the
round
game
lasted
,
saw
his
opportunity
,
and
availed
himself
of
it
.
The
instant
the
glasses
disappeared
,
he
commenced
a
long
story
about
a
great
public
character
,
whose
name
he
had
forgotten
,
making
a
particularly
happy
reply
to
another
eminent
and
illustrious
individual
whom
he
had
never
been
able
to
identify
.
He
enlarged
at
some
length
and
with
great
minuteness
upon
divers
collateral
circumstances
,
distantly
connected
with
the
anecdote
in
hand
,
but
for
the
life
of
him
he
couldn
’
t
recollect
at
that
precise
moment
what
the
anecdote
was
,
although
he
had
been
in
the
habit
of
telling
the
story
with
great
applause
for
the
last
ten
years
.
‘
Dear
me
,
’
said
the
prim
man
in
the
cloth
boots
,
‘
it
is
a
very
extraordinary
circumstance
.
’
‘
I
am
sorry
you
have
forgotten
it
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
glancing
eagerly
at
the
door
,
as
he
thought
he
heard
the
noise
of
glasses
jingling
;
‘
very
sorry
.
’
‘
So
am
I
,
’
responded
the
prim
man
,
‘
because
I
know
it
would
have
afforded
so
much
amusement
.
Never
mind
;
I
dare
say
I
shall
manage
to
recollect
it
,
in
the
course
of
half
an
hour
or
so
.
’
The
prim
man
arrived
at
this
point
just
as
the
glasses
came
back
,
when
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
who
had
been
absorbed
in
attention
during
the
whole
time
,
said
he
should
very
much
like
to
hear
the
end
of
it
,
for
,
so
far
as
it
went
,
it
was
,
without
exception
,
the
very
best
story
he
had
ever
heard
.
The
sight
of
the
tumblers
restored
Bob
Sawyer
to
a
degree
of
equanimity
which
he
had
not
possessed
since
his
interview
with
his
landlady
.
His
face
brightened
up
,
and
he
began
to
feel
quite
convivial
.
‘
Now
,
Betsy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
great
suavity
,
and
dispersing
,
at
the
same
time
,
the
tumultuous
little
mob
of
glasses
the
girl
had
collected
in
the
centre
of
the
table
—
‘
now
,
Betsy
,
the
warm
water
;
be
brisk
,
there
’
s
a
good
girl
.
’
