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‘
Now
,
ladies
,
’
cried
the
man
with
the
ash
stick
,
looking
into
the
coach
,
and
shaking
Mrs
.
Sanders
to
wake
her
,
‘
Come
!
’
Rousing
her
friend
,
Mrs
.
Sanders
alighted
.
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
leaning
on
Jackson
’
s
arm
,
and
leading
Tommy
by
the
hand
,
had
already
entered
the
porch
.
They
followed
.
The
room
they
turned
into
was
even
more
odd
-
looking
than
the
porch
.
Such
a
number
of
men
standing
about
!
And
they
stared
so
!
‘
What
place
is
this
?
’
inquired
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
pausing
.
‘
Only
one
of
our
public
offices
,
’
replied
Jackson
,
hurrying
her
through
a
door
,
and
looking
round
to
see
that
the
other
women
were
following
.
‘
Look
sharp
,
Isaac
!
’
‘
Safe
and
sound
,
’
replied
the
man
with
the
ash
stick
.
The
door
swung
heavily
after
them
,
and
they
descended
a
small
flight
of
steps
.
‘
Here
we
are
at
last
.
All
right
and
tight
,
Mrs
.
Bardell
!
’
said
Jackson
,
looking
exultingly
round
.
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
with
a
palpitating
heart
.
‘
Just
this
,
’
replied
Jackson
,
drawing
her
a
little
on
one
side
;
‘
don
’
t
be
frightened
,
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
There
never
was
a
more
delicate
man
than
Dodson
,
ma
’
am
,
or
a
more
humane
man
than
Fogg
.
It
was
their
duty
in
the
way
of
business
,
to
take
you
in
execution
for
them
costs
;
but
they
were
anxious
to
spare
your
feelings
as
much
as
they
could
.
What
a
comfort
it
must
be
,
to
you
,
to
think
how
it
’
s
been
done
!
This
is
the
Fleet
,
ma
’
am
.
Wish
you
good
-
night
,
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
Good
-
night
,
Tommy
!
’
As
Jackson
hurried
away
in
company
with
the
man
with
the
ash
stick
another
man
,
with
a
key
in
his
hand
,
who
had
been
looking
on
,
led
the
bewildered
female
to
a
second
short
flight
of
steps
leading
to
a
doorway
.
Mrs
.
Bardell
screamed
violently
;
Tommy
roared
;
Mrs
Cluppins
shrunk
within
herself
;
and
Mrs
.
Sanders
made
off
,
without
more
ado
.
For
there
stood
the
injured
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
taking
his
nightly
allowance
of
air
;
and
beside
him
leant
Samuel
Weller
,
who
,
seeing
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
took
his
hat
off
with
mock
reverence
,
while
his
master
turned
indignantly
on
his
heel
.
