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Lord
bless
us
,
how
they
find
people
out
!
‘
Sad
thing
about
these
costs
of
our
people
’
s
,
ain
’
t
it
,
’
said
Jackson
,
when
Mrs
.
Cluppins
and
Mrs
.
Sanders
had
fallen
asleep
;
‘
your
bill
of
costs
,
I
mean
.
’
‘
I
’
m
very
sorry
they
can
’
t
get
them
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
But
if
you
law
gentlemen
do
these
things
on
speculation
,
why
you
must
get
a
loss
now
and
then
,
you
know
.
’
‘
You
gave
them
a
COGNOVIT
for
the
amount
of
your
costs
,
after
the
trial
,
I
’
m
told
!
’
said
Jackson
.
‘
Yes
.
Just
as
a
matter
of
form
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Certainly
,
’
replied
Jackson
drily
.
‘
Quite
a
matter
of
form
.
Quite
.
’
On
they
drove
,
and
Mrs
.
Bardell
fell
asleep
.
She
was
awakened
,
after
some
time
,
by
the
stopping
of
the
coach
.
‘
Bless
us
!
’
said
the
lady
.
‘
Are
we
at
Freeman
’
s
Court
?
’
‘
We
’
re
not
going
quite
so
far
,
’
replied
Jackson
.
‘
Have
the
goodness
to
step
out
.
’
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
not
yet
thoroughly
awake
,
complied
.
It
was
a
curious
place
:
a
large
wall
,
with
a
gate
in
the
middle
,
and
a
gas
-
light
burning
inside
.
