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‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Mean
!
’
replied
Wardle
.
‘
Why
,
I
think
the
girls
are
all
running
mad
;
that
’
s
no
news
,
you
’
ll
say
?
Perhaps
it
’
s
not
;
but
it
’
s
true
,
for
all
that
.
’
‘
You
have
not
come
up
to
London
,
of
all
places
in
the
world
,
to
tell
us
that
,
my
dear
Sir
,
have
you
?
’
inquired
Perker
.
‘
No
,
not
altogether
,
’
replied
Wardle
;
‘
though
it
was
the
main
cause
of
my
coming
.
How
’
s
Arabella
?
’
‘
Very
well
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
and
will
be
delighted
to
see
you
,
I
am
sure
.
’
‘
Black
-
eyed
little
jilt
!
’
replied
Wardle
.
‘
I
had
a
great
idea
of
marrying
her
myself
,
one
of
these
odd
days
.
But
I
am
glad
of
it
too
,
very
glad
.
’
‘
How
did
the
intelligence
reach
you
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Oh
,
it
came
to
my
girls
,
of
course
,
‘
replied
Wardle
.
‘
Arabella
wrote
,
the
day
before
yesterday
,
to
say
she
had
made
a
stolen
match
without
her
husband
’
s
father
’
s
consent
,
and
so
you
had
gone
down
to
get
it
when
his
refusing
it
couldn
’
t
prevent
the
match
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
.
I
thought
it
a
very
good
time
to
say
something
serious
to
my
girls
;
so
I
said
what
a
dreadful
thing
it
was
that
children
should
marry
without
their
parents
’
consent
,
and
so
forth
;
but
,
bless
your
hearts
,
I
couldn
’
t
make
the
least
impression
upon
them
.
They
thought
it
such
a
much
more
dreadful
thing
that
there
should
have
been
a
wedding
without
bridesmaids
,
that
I
might
as
well
have
preached
to
Joe
himself
.
’
Here
the
old
gentleman
stopped
to
laugh
;
and
having
done
so
to
his
heart
’
s
content
,
presently
resumed
—
‘
But
this
is
not
the
best
of
it
,
it
seems
.
This
is
only
half
the
love
-
making
and
plotting
that
have
been
going
forward
.
We
have
been
walking
on
mines
for
the
last
six
months
,
and
they
’
re
sprung
at
last
.
’
