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So his mother thumped him, and he cried melodiously. 'Hold your noise do you naughty creetur! said Mrs. Bardell. 'Yes; don't worrit your poor mother, said Mrs. Sanders. 'She's quite enough to worrit her, as it is, without you, Tommy, said Mrs. Cluppins, with sympathising resignation. 'Ah! worse luck, poor lamb! said Mrs. Sanders.
'I walked in, gentlemen, just to say good-mornin', and went, in a permiscuous manner, upstairs, and into the back room. Gentlemen, there was the sound of voices in the front room, and 'And you listened, I believe, Mrs. Cluppins? said Serjeant Buzfuz. 'Beggin' your pardon, Sir, replied Mrs. Cluppins, in a majestic manner, 'I would scorn the haction.
Sanders so deeply, that she was under the necessity of refilling and re-emptying her glass immediately; feeling, as she said afterwards, that if she hadn't had the presence of mind to do so, she must have dropped. 'Ven is it expected to come on? inquired Sam. 'Either in February or March, replied Mrs. Bardell. 'What a number of witnesses there'll be, won't there? said Mrs. Cluppins.
He did; for "Mrs. Cluppins," "Chadband," and "Sam Weller," always helped him through; thereby causing me to lay another offering of love and admiration on the shrine of the god of my idolatry, though he does wear too much jewelry and talk slang.
'You must not flurry yourself, Mary Ann, interposed Mrs. Cluppins. 'You really must consider yourself, my dear, which you never do. Now go away, Raddle, there's a good soul, or you'll only aggravate her. 'You had better take your tea by yourself, Sir, indeed, said Mrs. Rogers, again applying the smelling-bottle. Mrs.
If ever a woman was troubled with a ruffinly creetur, that takes a pride and a pleasure in disgracing his wife on every possible occasion afore strangers, I am that woman! 'You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Raddle, said the other little woman, who was no other than Mrs. Cluppins. 'What have I been a-doing of? asked Mr. Raddle.
'Well, I raly would not ha' believed it, unless I had ha' happened to ha' been here! said Mrs. Sanders. Mrs. Cluppins was a little, brisk, busy-looking woman; Mrs. Sanders was a big, fat, heavy-faced personage; and the two were the company. Mrs.
Cluppins was desired to compose herself, she sobbed with increased vehemence, and gave divers alarming manifestations of an approaching fainting fit, or, as she afterwards said, of her feelings being too many for her. 'Do you recollect, Mrs. Cluppins, said Serjeant Buzfuz, after a few unimportant questions 'do you recollect being in Mrs.
I've left nobody, but an errand- boy in my shop, and I know that he thinks Epsom salts means oxalic acid, and syrup of senna, laudanum; that's all, my lord." Mr. Pickwick was regarding the chemist with feelings of the deepest horror when Mrs. Bardell, supported by her friend, Mrs. Cluppins, was led into court.
'To see how dreadful she takes on, going moping about, and taking no pleasure in nothing, except when her friends comes in, out of charity, to sit with her, and make her comfortable, resumed Mrs. Cluppins, glancing at the tin saucepan and the Dutch oven, 'it's shocking! 'Barbareous, said Mrs. Sanders. 'And your master, young man!
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