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Bardell's street-door on the jar." "On the what?" exclaimed the little judge. "Partly open, my lord." "She said on the jar," said the little judge, with a cunning look. "I walked in, gentlemen, just to say good mornin', and went in a permiscuous manner upstairs, and into the back room. There was a sound of voices in the front room, very loud, and forced themselves upon my ear." Mrs.
All the houses were private houses. Some enthusiasts have actually identified Mrs. Bardell's apartments but without a particle of evidence. Now it has become a busy thoroughfare, with a noisy tramway: nearly all the houses have been turned into shops, and Mr. Pickwick could scarcely recognize his old quarters. The whole region bears a faded air.
Bardell's street-door on the jar." "On the what?" Counsel. "Partly open, my lord." "She said on the jar." Counsel. "It's all the same, my lord." Then blinking more quickly than before, with a furtive glance at witness, and a doubtful look of abstraction into space the little Judge made a note of it. As in Mrs. Cluppins' faintness there was a recognizable touch of Mrs.
Bardell's being engaged to Pickwick was the current topic of conversation in the neighbourhood, after the fainting in July; had been told it herself by Mrs. Mudberry which kept a mangle, and Mrs. Bunkin which clear-starched, but did not see either Mrs. Mudberry or Mrs. Bunkin in court. Had heard Pickwick ask the little boy how he should like to have another father. Did not know that Mrs.
After a short consultation with Dodson & Fogg, the learned Serjeant again turned towards Sam, and said, with a painful effort to conceal his vexation, 'Now, Mr. Weller, I'll ask you a question on another point, if you please. 'If you please, Sir, rejoined Sam, with the utmost good-humour. 'Do you remember going up to Mrs. Bardell's house, one night in November last? 'Oh, yes, wery well.
"If they was a pair o' patent double million magnifyin' gas microscopes of hextra power, p'raps I might be able to see through a flight o' stairs and a deal door, but bein' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited." "Do you remember going up to Mrs. Bardell's house one night last November? I suppose you went to have a little talk about this trial, eh, Mr.
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