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‘
You
didn
’
t
mean
!
’
repeated
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
with
great
scorn
and
contempt
.
‘
Go
away
.
I
can
’
t
bear
the
sight
on
you
,
you
brute
.
’
‘
You
must
not
flurry
yourself
,
Mary
Ann
,
’
interposed
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
You
really
must
consider
yourself
,
my
dear
,
which
you
never
do
.
Now
go
away
,
Raddle
,
there
’
s
a
good
soul
,
or
you
’
ll
only
aggravate
her
.
’
‘
You
had
better
take
your
tea
by
yourself
,
Sir
,
indeed
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Rogers
,
again
applying
the
smelling
-
bottle
.
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
who
,
according
to
custom
,
was
very
busy
with
the
bread
-
and
-
butter
,
expressed
the
same
opinion
,
and
Mr
.
Raddle
quietly
retired
.
After
this
,
there
was
a
great
hoisting
up
of
Master
Bardell
,
who
was
rather
a
large
size
for
hugging
,
into
his
mother
’
s
arms
,
in
which
operation
he
got
his
boots
in
the
tea
-
board
,
and
occasioned
some
confusion
among
the
cups
and
saucers
.
But
that
description
of
fainting
fits
,
which
is
contagious
among
ladies
,
seldom
lasts
long
;
so
when
he
had
been
well
kissed
,
and
a
little
cried
over
,
Mrs
.
Bardell
recovered
,
set
him
down
again
,
wondering
how
she
could
have
been
so
foolish
,
and
poured
out
some
more
tea
.
It
was
at
this
moment
,
that
the
sound
of
approaching
wheels
was
heard
,
and
that
the
ladies
,
looking
up
,
saw
a
hackney
-
coach
stop
at
the
garden
gate
.
‘
More
company
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
.
‘
It
’
s
a
gentleman
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
.
‘
Well
,
if
it
ain
’
t
Mr
.
Jackson
,
the
young
man
from
Dodson
and
Fogg
’
s
!
’
cried
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Why
,
gracious
!
Surely
Mr
.
Pickwick
can
’
t
have
paid
the
damages
.
’
‘
Or
hoffered
marriage
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
