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Records a touching Act of delicate Feeling not unmixed with Pleasantry, achieved and performed by Me

           

           ‘Don’ttalktome,don’t,youbrute,forfearIshouldbeperwokedtoforgitmysectandstrikeyou!’saidMrs.Raddle.

           Whilethisdialoguewasgoingon,thedriverwasmostignominiouslyleadingthehorse,bythebridle,uptothehousewiththereddoor,whichMasterBardellhadalreadyopened.Herewasameanandlowwayofarrivingatafriend’shouse!Nodashingup,withallthefireandfuryoftheanimal;nojumpingdownofthedriver;noloudknockingatthedoor;noopeningoftheapronwithacrashattheverylastmoment,forfearoftheladiessittinginadraught;andthenthemanhandingtheshawlsout,afterwards,asifhewereaprivatecoachman!Thewholeedgeofthethinghadbeentakenoffitwasflatterthanwalking.

           ‘Well,Tommy,’saidMrs.Cluppins,‘how’syourpoordearmother?’

           ‘Oh,she’sverywell,’repliedMasterBardell.‘She’sinthefrontparlour,allready.I’mreadytoo,Iam.’HereMasterBardellputhishandsinhispockets,andjumpedoffandonthebottomstepofthedoor.

           ‘Isanybodyelsea-goin’,Tommy?’saidMrs.Cluppins,arrangingherpelerine.

           ‘Mrs.Sandersisgoing,sheis,’repliedTommy;‘I’mgoingtoo,Iam.’

           ‘Drattheboy,’saidlittleMrs.Cluppins.‘Hethinksofnobodybuthimself.Here,Tommy,dear.’

           ‘Well,’saidMasterBardell.

           ‘Whoelseisa-goin’,lovey?’saidMrs.

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