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Meanwhile
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
with
the
combined
assistance
of
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
Mr
.
Dodson
,
and
Mr
.
Fogg
,
was
hoisted
into
the
witness
-
box
;
and
when
she
was
safely
perched
on
the
top
step
,
Mrs
.
Bardell
stood
on
the
bottom
one
,
with
the
pocket
-
handkerchief
and
pattens
in
one
hand
,
and
a
glass
bottle
that
might
hold
about
a
quarter
of
a
pint
of
smelling
-
salts
in
the
other
,
ready
for
any
emergency
.
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
whose
eyes
were
intently
fixed
on
the
judge
’
s
face
,
planted
herself
close
by
,
with
the
large
umbrella
,
keeping
her
right
thumb
pressed
on
the
spring
with
an
earnest
countenance
,
as
if
she
were
fully
prepared
to
put
it
up
at
a
moment
’
s
notice
.
‘
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
‘
pray
compose
yourself
,
ma
’
am
.
’
Of
course
,
directly
Mrs
.
Cluppins
was
desired
to
compose
herself
,
she
sobbed
with
increased
vehemence
,
and
gave
divers
alarming
manifestations
of
an
approaching
fainting
fit
,
or
,
as
she
afterwards
said
,
of
her
feelings
being
too
many
for
her
.
‘
Do
you
recollect
,
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
after
a
few
unimportant
questions
—
‘
do
you
recollect
being
in
Mrs
.
Bardell
’
s
back
one
pair
of
stairs
,
on
one
particular
morning
in
July
last
,
when
she
was
dusting
Pickwick
’
s
apartment
?
’
‘
Yes
,
my
Lord
and
jury
,
I
do
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
sitting
-
room
was
the
first
-
floor
front
,
I
believe
?
’
‘
Yes
,
it
were
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
What
were
you
doing
in
the
back
room
,
ma
’
am
?
’
inquired
the
little
judge
.
‘
My
Lord
and
jury
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
with
interesting
agitation
,
‘
I
will
not
deceive
you
.
’
‘
You
had
better
not
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
little
judge
.
