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Rogers
being
stationed
on
her
right
hand
,
and
Mrs
.
Raddle
on
her
left
,
the
meal
proceeded
with
great
merriment
and
success
.
‘
How
sweet
the
country
is
,
to
be
sure
!
’
sighed
Mrs
.
Rogers
;
‘
I
almost
wish
I
lived
in
it
always
.
’
‘
Oh
,
you
wouldn
’
t
like
that
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
rather
hastily
;
for
it
was
not
at
all
advisable
,
with
reference
to
the
lodgings
,
to
encourage
such
notions
;
‘
you
wouldn
’
t
like
it
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
Oh
!
I
should
think
you
was
a
deal
too
lively
and
sought
after
,
to
be
content
with
the
country
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
little
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
Perhaps
I
am
,
ma
’
am
.
Perhaps
I
am
,
’
sighed
the
first
-
floor
lodger
.
‘
For
lone
people
as
have
got
nobody
to
care
for
them
,
or
take
care
of
them
,
or
as
have
been
hurt
in
their
mind
,
or
that
kind
of
thing
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Raddle
,
plucking
up
a
little
cheerfulness
,
and
looking
round
,
‘
the
country
is
all
very
well
.
The
country
for
a
wounded
spirit
,
they
say
.
’
Now
,
of
all
things
in
the
world
that
the
unfortunate
man
could
have
said
,
any
would
have
been
preferable
to
this
.
Of
course
Mrs
.
Bardell
burst
into
tears
,
and
requested
to
be
led
from
the
table
instantly
;
upon
which
the
affectionate
child
began
to
cry
too
,
most
dismally
.
‘
Would
anybody
believe
,
ma
’
am
,
’
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
turning
fiercely
to
the
first
-
floor
lodger
,
‘
that
a
woman
could
be
married
to
such
a
unmanly
creetur
,
which
can
tamper
with
a
woman
’
s
feelings
as
he
does
,
every
hour
in
the
day
,
ma
’
am
?
’
‘
My
dear
,
’
remonstrated
Mr
.
Raddle
,
‘
I
didn
’
t
mean
anything
,
my
dear
.
’
