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Bardell's opinions of the opposite sex, gentlemen, were derived from a long contemplation of the inestimable qualities of her lost husband. She had no fear, she had no distrust, she had no suspicion; all was confidence and reliance. "Mr. Bardell," said the widow "Mr. Bardell was a man of honour, Mr. Bardell was a man of his word, Mr. Bardell was no deceiver, Mr.
Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warming-pan, unless it is, as I assert it to be, a mere cover for hidden fire, a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence, artfully contrived by Pickwick with a view to his contemplated desertion, and which I am not in a condition to explain? "Enough of this.
Hows'ever, there is law for us women, mis'rable creeturs as they'd make us, if they could; and that your master will find out, young man, to his cost, afore he's six months older. At this consolatory reflection, Mrs. Cluppins bridled up, and smiled at Mrs. Sanders, who smiled back again. 'The action's going on, and no mistake, thought Sam, as Mrs. Bardell re-entered with the receipt.
"Meantime secure on Garraway's cliffs A savage race by shipwreck fed, Lie waiting for the foundered skiffs And strip the bodies of the dead." Dickens also makes it the scene of the writing of the famous chops and tomato sauce letter from Mr. Pickwick to Mrs. Bardell. One can imagine the elation of my friends as they sat around that little table at Garraway's. It was only 10:35.
But he may have had a reason. Nothing is more wonderful than Boz's propriety in dealing with his incidents, a propriety that is really instinctive. Everything falls out in the correct, natural way. For instance, Mr. Pickwick having received such a shock at the Bush the announcement of the Bardell action was scarcely in heart to resume his jollity and gaieties at Bath.
Weller, stepping quickly back, and closing the door behind him. 'I have no objection, Sam, to your endeavouring to ascertain how Mrs. Bardell herself seems disposed towards me, and whether it is really probable that this vile and groundless action is to be carried to extremity. I say I do not object to you doing this, if you wish it, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick.
At all which moral reflections, Master Bardell howled the louder. 'Now, what shall I do? said Mrs. Bardell to Mrs. Cluppins. 'I think you ought to see him, replied Mrs. Cluppins. 'But on no account without a witness. 'I think two witnesses would be more lawful, said Mrs. Sanders, who, like the other friend, was bursting with curiosity. 'Perhaps he'd better come in here, said Mrs. Bardell.
'Bardell and Pickwick, cried the gentleman in black, calling on the case, which stood first on the list. 'I am for the plaintiff, my Lord, said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz. 'Who is with you, Brother Buzfuz? said the judge. Mr. Skimpin bowed, to intimate that he was. 'I appear for the defendant, my Lord, said Mr. Serjeant Snubbin. 'Anybody with you, Brother Snubbin? inquired the court. 'Mr.
Cluppins then related the conversation we have already heard between Mr. Pickwick and Mrs. Bardell. The next witness was Mr. Winkle, and after him came Mr. Tupman, and Mr. Snodgrass, all of whom appeared on subpoena by the plaintiff's lawyers. Sergeant Buzfuz then rose and said, with considerable importance, "Call Samuel Weller."
'Here's the receipt, Mr. Weller, said Mrs. Bardell, 'and here's the change, and I hope you'll take a little drop of something to keep the cold out, if it's only for old acquaintance' sake, Mr. Weller. Sam saw the advantage he should gain, and at once acquiesced; whereupon Mrs.
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