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‘
It
’
s
put
me
all
over
in
such
a
tremble
,
Betsy
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Raddle
.
‘
Raddle
ain
’
t
like
a
man
;
he
leaves
everythink
to
me
.
’
This
was
scarcely
fair
upon
the
unfortunate
Mr
.
Raddle
,
who
had
been
thrust
aside
by
his
good
lady
in
the
commencement
of
the
dispute
,
and
peremptorily
commanded
to
hold
his
tongue
.
He
had
no
opportunity
of
defending
himself
,
however
,
for
Mrs
.
Raddle
gave
unequivocal
signs
of
fainting
;
which
,
being
perceived
from
the
parlour
window
,
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
the
lodger
,
and
the
lodger
’
s
servant
,
darted
precipitately
out
,
and
conveyed
her
into
the
house
,
all
talking
at
the
same
time
,
and
giving
utterance
to
various
expressions
of
pity
and
condolence
,
as
if
she
were
one
of
the
most
suffering
mortals
on
earth
.
Being
conveyed
into
the
front
parlour
,
she
was
there
deposited
on
a
sofa
;
and
the
lady
from
the
first
floor
running
up
to
the
first
floor
,
returned
with
a
bottle
of
sal
-
volatile
,
which
,
holding
Mrs
.
Raddle
tight
round
the
neck
,
she
applied
in
all
womanly
kindness
and
pity
to
her
nose
,
until
that
lady
with
many
plunges
and
struggles
was
fain
to
declare
herself
decidedly
better
.
‘
Ah
,
poor
thing
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Rogers
,
‘
I
know
what
her
feelin
’
s
is
,
too
well
.
’
‘
Ah
,
poor
thing
!
so
do
I
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
;
and
then
all
the
ladies
moaned
in
unison
,
and
said
they
knew
what
it
was
,
and
they
pitied
her
from
their
hearts
,
they
did
.
Even
the
lodger
’
s
little
servant
,
who
was
thirteen
years
old
and
three
feet
high
,
murmured
her
sympathy
.
‘
But
what
’
s
been
the
matter
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Ah
,
what
has
decomposed
you
,
ma
’
am
?
’
inquired
Mrs
.
Rogers
.
‘
I
have
been
a
good
deal
flurried
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
in
a
reproachful
manner
.
Thereupon
the
ladies
cast
indignant
glances
at
Mr
.
Raddle
.
‘
Why
,
the
fact
is
,
’
said
that
unhappy
gentleman
,
stepping
forward
,
‘
when
we
alighted
at
this
door
,
a
dispute
arose
with
the
driver
of
the
cabrioily
—
’
A
loud
scream
from
his
wife
,
at
the
mention
of
this
word
,
rendered
all
further
explanation
inaudible
.
‘
You
’
d
better
leave
us
to
bring
her
round
,
Raddle
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
She
’
ll
never
get
better
as
long
as
you
’
re
here
.
’
All
the
ladies
concurred
in
this
opinion
;
so
Mr
.
Raddle
was
pushed
out
of
the
room
,
and
requested
to
give
himself
an
airing
in
the
back
yard
.
Which
he
did
for
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
when
Mrs
.
Bardell
announced
to
him
with
a
solemn
face
that
he
might
come
in
now
,
but
that
he
must
be
very
careful
how
he
behaved
towards
his
wife
.
She
knew
he
didn
’
t
mean
to
be
unkind
;
but
Mary
Ann
was
very
far
from
strong
,
and
,
if
he
didn
’
t
take
care
,
he
might
lose
her
when
he
least
expected
it
,
which
would
be
a
very
dreadful
reflection
for
him
afterwards
;
and
so
on
.
All
this
,
Mr
.
Raddle
heard
with
great
submission
,
and
presently
returned
to
the
parlour
in
a
most
lamb
-
like
manner
.
‘
Why
,
Mrs
.
Rogers
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
‘
you
’
ve
never
been
introduced
,
I
declare
!
Mr
.
Raddle
,
ma
’
am
;
Mrs
.
