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‘
The
fat
old
lady
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
innocently
.
‘
Hush
,
my
dear
sir
—
nobody
’
s
fat
or
old
in
Ba
-
ath
.
That
’
s
the
Dowager
Lady
Snuphanuph
.
’
‘
Is
it
,
indeed
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
less
a
person
,
I
assure
you
,
’
said
the
Master
of
the
Ceremonies
.
‘
Hush
.
Draw
a
little
nearer
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
You
see
the
splendidly
-
dressed
young
man
coming
this
way
?
’
‘
The
one
with
the
long
hair
,
and
the
particularly
small
forehead
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
The
same
.
The
richest
young
man
in
Ba
-
ath
at
this
moment
.
Young
Lord
Mutanhed
.
’
‘
You
don
’
t
say
so
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Yes
.
You
’
ll
hear
his
voice
in
a
moment
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
He
’
ll
speak
to
me
.
The
other
gentleman
with
him
,
in
the
red
under
-
waistcoat
and
dark
moustache
,
is
the
Honourable
Mr
.
Crushton
,
his
bosom
friend
.
How
do
you
do
,
my
Lord
?
’
‘
Veway
hot
,
Bantam
,
’
said
his
Lordship
.
