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‘
You
can
’
t
have
no
warm
water
,
’
replied
Betsy
.
‘
No
warm
water
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
No
,
’
said
the
girl
,
with
a
shake
of
the
head
which
expressed
a
more
decided
negative
than
the
most
copious
language
could
have
conveyed
.
‘
Missis
Raddle
said
you
warn
’
t
to
have
none
.
’
The
surprise
depicted
on
the
countenances
of
his
guests
imparted
new
courage
to
the
host
.
‘
Bring
up
the
warm
water
instantly
—
instantly
!
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
desperate
sternness
.
‘
No
.
I
can
’
t
,
’
replied
the
girl
;
‘
Missis
Raddle
raked
out
the
kitchen
fire
afore
she
went
to
bed
,
and
locked
up
the
kittle
.
’
‘
Oh
,
never
mind
;
never
mind
.
Pray
don
’
t
disturb
yourself
about
such
a
trifle
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
observing
the
conflict
of
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
passions
,
as
depicted
in
his
countenance
,
‘
cold
water
will
do
very
well
.
’
‘
Oh
,
admirably
,
’
said
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
.
‘
My
landlady
is
subject
to
some
slight
attacks
of
mental
derangement
,
’
remarked
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
a
ghastly
smile
;
‘
I
fear
I
must
give
her
warning
.
’
