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Bardell was at that time keeping company with the baker, but did know that the baker was then a single man and is now married. Couldn't swear that Mrs. Bardell was not very fond of the baker, but should think that the baker was not very fond of Mrs. Bardell, or he wouldn't have married somebody else. Thought Mrs.
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!
Bardell, said Mr. Pickwick, at last, as that amiable female approached the termination of a prolonged dusting of the apartment. 'Sir, said Mrs. Bardell. 'Your little boy is a very long time gone. 'Why it's a good long way to the Borough, sir, remonstrated Mrs. Bardell. 'Ah, said Mr. Pickwick, 'very true; so it is. Mr. Pickwick relapsed into silence, and Mrs. Bardell resumed her dusting.
'Ah, I wish they had the reward that every kind and generous heart would be inclined to bestow upon them! said the gratified Mrs. Bardell. 'Amen to that, replied Sam, 'and a fat and happy liven' they'd get out of it! Wish you good-night, ladies. To the great relief of Mrs.
In both entertainments, the reader was naturally the central point of interest. But in the case of Dickens, when curiosity was satisfied, he alone possessed one; Pickwick and Mrs. Bardell were put out of court. Was it not Charles Lamb, or was it Hazlitt, that could not bear to see Shakespeare upon the stage? I agree with him. I have never seen a Falstaff that did not make me miserable.
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.
Bardell had got company. Mr. Weller knocked at the door, and after a pretty long interval occupied by the party without, in whistling a tune, and by the party within, in persuading a refractory flat candle to allow itself to be lighted a pair of small boots pattered over the floor-cloth, and Master Bardell presented himself. 'Well, young townskip, said Sam, 'how's mother?
It was at this moment, that the sound of approaching wheels was heard, and that the ladies, looking up, saw a hackney-coach stop at the garden gate. 'More company! said Mrs. Sanders. 'It's a gentleman, said Mrs. Raddle. 'Well, if it ain't Mr. Jackson, the young man from Dodson and Fogg's! cried Mrs. Bardell. 'Why, gracious! Surely Mr. Pickwick can't have paid the damages.
Bardell, who had been knocked on the head with a quart-pot in a public-house cellar, the learned serjeant's voice faltered, and he proceeded, with emotion 'Some time before his death, he had stamped his likeness upon a little boy. With this little boy, the only pledge of her departed exciseman, Mrs.
Pickwick is the defendant in Bardell and Pickwick, Serjeant Snubbin, said Perker. 'I am retained in that, am I? said the Serjeant. 'You are, Sir, replied Perker. The Serjeant nodded his head, and waited for something else. 'Mr.
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