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'And the other rioter what's his name, Mr. Jinks? 'Tupman, Sir. 'Tupman is the second? 'Yes. 'The other principal, you say, has absconded, ma'am? 'Yes, replied Miss Witherfield, with a short cough. 'Very well, said the magistrate.
Here might be a Calverley question, "When was it, and where was it, that the Pickwickians had two dinners in the one day?" Answer: At the Great White Horse on this very visit. When Mr. Nupkins retired to lunch, after his interview with Miss Witherfield, the Pickwickians sat down to their dinner "quietly," and were in the midst of that meal, when Grummer arrived to arrest them.
Oh, he knew more of "this sort of thing" than he had credit for. He had never proposed true but he had been near it a precious sight more than he said. Miss Witherfield is a rather mysterious personage, yet we take an interest in her and speculate on her history. She lived some twenty miles from Ipswich no doubt at a family place of her own.
'Muzzle! 'Yes, your Worship. 'Place a chair, and leave the room. 'Yes, your Worship. 'Now, ma'am, will you state your business? said the magistrate. 'It is of a very painful kind, Sir, said Miss Witherfield. 'Very likely, ma'am, said the magistrate. 'Compose your feelings, ma'am. Here Mr. Nupkins looked benignant.
'Yes, your Worship. 'Show the lady out. Miss Witherfield retired, deeply impressed with the magistrate's learning and research; Mr. Nupkins retired to lunch; Mr. Jinks retired within himself that being the only retirement he had, except the sofa-bedstead in the small parlour which was occupied by his landlady's family in the daytime and Mr.
Pickwick, warmly shaking his new friend by the hand. 'You must see her. Sir, said Mr. Magnus; 'this way, if you please. Excuse us for one instant, gentlemen. Hurrying on in this way, Mr. Peter Magnus drew Mr. Pickwick from the room. He paused at the next door in the passage, and tapped gently thereat. 'Come in, said a female voice. And in they went. 'Miss Witherfield, said Mr.
Magnus, 'allow me to introduce my very particular friend, Mr. Pickwick. Mr. Pickwick, I beg to make you known to Miss Witherfield. The lady was at the upper end of the room. As Mr. Pickwick bowed, he took his spectacles from his waistcoat pocket, and put them on; a process which he had no sooner gone through, than, uttering an exclamation of surprise, Mr.
Magnus. 'I do, Sir, replied Mr. Pickwick; 'I object to say anything which may compromise that lady, or awaken unpleasant recollections in her breast, without her consent and permission. 'Miss Witherfield, said Mr. Peter Magnus, 'do you know this person? 'Know him! repeated the middle-aged lady, hesitating. 'Yes, know him, ma'am; I said know him, replied Mr. Magnus, with ferocity.
Nupkins looked calmly terrible, and commanded that the lady should be shown in; which command, like all the mandates of emperors, and magistrates, and other great potentates of the earth, was forthwith obeyed; and Miss Witherfield, interestingly agitated, was ushered in accordingly. 'Muzzle! said the magistrate. Muzzle was an undersized footman, with a long body and short legs.
'And then tell me what legal business brings you here, ma'am. Here the magistrate triumphed over the man; and he looked stern again. 'It is very distressing to me, Sir, to give this information, said Miss Witherfield, 'but I fear a duel is going to be fought here. 'Here, ma'am? said the magistrate. 'Where, ma'am? 'In Ipswich. 'In Ipswich, ma'am!
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