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'DO you mean to turn them wretches out, or not, Mr. Sawyer? 'They're going, Mrs. Raddle, they're going, said the miserable Bob. 'I am afraid you'd better go, said Mr. Bob Sawyer to his friends. 'I thought you were making too much noise. 'It's a very unfortunate thing, said the prim man.
Bob Sawyer looked expressively at his friend, and bade the tapper come in; whereupon a dirty, slipshod girl in black cotton stockings, who might have passed for the neglected daughter of a superannuated dustman in very reduced circumstances, thrust in her head, and said 'Please, Mister Sawyer, Missis Raddle wants to speak to you. Before Mr.
Raddle and the cab-driver were having an altercation concerning the fare, which, terminating at this point in favour of the cabman, Mrs. Raddle came up tottering. 'Lauk, Mary Ann! what's the matter? said Mrs. Cluppins. 'It's put me all over in such a tremble, Betsy, replied Mrs. Raddle. 'Raddle ain't like a man; he leaves everythink to me. This was scarcely fair upon the unfortunate Mr.
Raddle, elevating her voice for the information of the neighbours 'do you suppose that I'm a-going day after day to let a fellar occupy my lodgings as never thinks of paying his rent, nor even the very money laid out for the fresh butter and lump sugar that's bought for his breakfast, and the very milk that's took in, at the street door? Do you 'My good soul, interposed Mr.
Raddle, which appeared to proceed from beneath some distant bed-clothes. 'Ashamed of themselves! said Mrs. Raddle. 'Why don't you go down and knock 'em every one downstairs? You would if you was a man. 'I should if I was a dozen men, my dear, replied Mr. Raddle pacifically, 'but they have the advantage of me in numbers, my dear. 'Ugh, you coward! replied Mrs. Raddle, with supreme contempt.
Raddle, which appeared to proceed from beneath some distant bed-clothes. "Ashamed of themselves!" said Mrs. Raddle. "Why don't you go down and knock 'em every one down-stairs? You would if you was a man." "I should if I was a dozen men, my dear," replied Mr. Raddle, pacifically, "but they've rather the advantage of me in numbers, my dear." "Ugh, you coward!" replied Mrs.
All the ladies concurred in this opinion; so Mr. Raddle was pushed out of the room, and requested to give himself an airing in the back yard. Which he did for about a quarter of an hour, when Mrs. Bardell announced to him with a solemn face that he might come in now, but that he must be very careful how he behaved towards his wife.
Raddle, thrusting her nightcap over the banisters just as Mr. Pickwick, followed by Mr. Tupman, emerged from the sitting-room. "Going! What did they ever come for?" "My dear ma'am," remonstrated Mr. Pickwick, looking up. "Get along with you, you old wretch!" replied Mrs. Raddle, hastily withdrawing the nightcap. "Old enough to be his grandfather, you villain! You're worse than any of 'em." Mr.
Raddle in the kitchen "a base, faint-hearted, timorous wretch, that's afraid to come upstairs and face the ruffinly creaturs that's afraid to come that's afraid!" Ending with her screaming descent of the stairs in the midst of a loud double-knock, upon the arrival just then of the Pickwickians, when, "in an uncontrollable burst of mental agony," Mrs.
From Lais in her jewelled litter to Cora in her English landau in the Bois, and on to the shabbiest small slut who flaunts her raddle and her broken feather in the slums of London, the same story is told and the same moral preached. Where is an equal army of men to be found to invite the contumely of their own sex?
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