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Describes, far more fully than the Court Newsman ever did, a Bachelor’s Party, given by Mr. Bob Sawy

           Idon’tthinkIlettheseapartmentstoyou,Sir.’

           ‘No,youcertainlydidnot,’saidMr.BenjaminAllen.

           ‘Verygood,Sir,’respondedMrs.Raddle,withloftypoliteness.‘Thenp’raps,Sir,you’llconfineyourselftobreakingthearmsandlegsofthepoorpeopleinthehospitals,andkeepyourselfTOyourself,Sir,ortheremaybesomepersonshereaswillmakeyou,Sir.’

           ‘Butyouaresuchanunreasonablewoman,’remonstratedMr.BenjaminAllen.

           ‘Ibegyourparding,youngman,’saidMrs.Raddle,inacoldperspirationofanger.‘Butwillyouhavethegoodnessjusttocallmethatagain,sir?’

           ‘Ididn’tmakeuseofthewordinanyinvidioussense,ma’am,’repliedMr.BenjaminAllen,growingsomewhatuneasyonhisownaccount.

           ‘Ibegyourparding,youngman,’demandedMrs.Raddle,inalouderandmoreimperativetone.‘Butwhodoyoucallawoman?Didyoumakethatremarktome,sir?’

           ‘Why,blessmyheart!’saidMr.BenjaminAllen.

           ‘Didyouapplythatnametome,Iaskofyou,sir?’interruptedMrs.Raddle,withintensefierceness,throwingthedoorwideopen.

           ‘Why,ofcourseIdid,’repliedMr.BenjaminAllen.

           ‘Yes,ofcourseyoudid,’saidMrs.Raddle,backinggraduallytothedoor,andraisinghervoicetoitsloudestpitch,forthespecialbehoofofMr.Raddleinthekitchen.

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