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‘
I
was
there
,
’
resumed
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
‘
unbeknown
to
Mrs
.
Bardell
;
I
had
been
out
with
a
little
basket
,
gentlemen
,
to
buy
three
pound
of
red
kidney
pertaties
,
which
was
three
pound
tuppence
ha
’
penny
,
when
I
see
Mrs
.
Bardell
’
s
street
door
on
the
jar
.
’
‘
On
the
what
?
’
exclaimed
the
little
judge
.
‘
Partly
open
,
my
Lord
,
’
said
Serjeant
Snubbin
.
‘
She
said
on
the
jar
,
’
said
the
little
judge
,
with
a
cunning
look
.
‘
It
’
s
all
the
same
,
my
Lord
,
’
said
Serjeant
Snubbin
.
The
little
judge
looked
doubtful
,
and
said
he
’
d
make
a
note
of
it
.
Mrs
.
Cluppins
then
resumed
—
‘
I
walked
in
,
gentlemen
,
just
to
say
good
-
mornin
’
,
and
went
,
in
a
permiscuous
manner
,
upstairs
,
and
into
the
back
room
.
Gentlemen
,
there
was
the
sound
of
voices
in
the
front
room
,
and
—
’
‘
And
you
listened
,
I
believe
,
Mrs
.
Cluppins
?
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
.
‘
Beggin
’
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
in
a
majestic
manner
,
‘
I
would
scorn
the
haction
.
The
voices
was
very
loud
,
Sir
,
and
forced
themselves
upon
my
ear
,
’
‘
Well
,
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
you
were
not
listening
,
but
you
heard
the
voices
.
Was
one
of
those
voices
Pickwick
’
s
?
’
