The Pickwick Papers


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'Yes, ma'am,' said Bob, all impatience; for the old lady, although much  
agitated, spoke with the most tantalising deliberation, as old ladies  
often do. 'Yes, ma'am.'  
'Left my home, Mr Sawyer, three days ago, on a pretended visit to my  
sister, another aunt of hers, who keeps the large boarding-school, just  
beyond the third mile-stone, where there is a very large laburnum-tree  
and an oak gate,' said the old lady, stopping in this place to dry her  
eyes.  
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Oh, devil take the laburnum-tree, ma'am!' said Bob, quite forgetting  
his professional dignity in his anxiety. 'Get on a little faster; put a little  
more steam on, ma'am, pray.'  
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This morning,' said the old lady slowly - 'this morning, she - '  
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She came back, ma'am, I suppose,' said Bob, with great animation.  
Did she come back?'  
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No, she did not; she wrote,' replied the old lady.  
What did she say?' inquired Bob eagerly.  
She said, Mr Sawyer,' replied the old lady - 'and it is this I want to  
prepare Benjamin's mind for, gently and by degrees; she said that she  
was - I have got the letter in my pocket, Mr Sawyer, but my glasses  
are in the carriage, and I should only waste your time if I attempted to  
point out the passage to you, without them; she said, in short, Mr  
Sawyer, that she was married.' 'What!' said, or rather shouted, Mr Bob  
Sawyer.  
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Married,' repeated the old lady.  
Mr Bob Sawyer stopped to hear no more; but darting from the surgery  
into the outer shop, cried in a stentorian voice, 'Ben, my boy, she's  
bolted!'  
Mr Ben Allen, who had been slumbering behind the counter, with his  
head half a foot or so below his knees, no sooner heard this appalling  
communication, than he made a precipitate rush at Mr Martin, and,  
twisting his hand in the neck-cloth of that taciturn servitor, expressed  
an obliging intention of choking him where he stood. This intention,  
with a promptitude often the effect of desperation, he at once  
commenced carrying into execution, with much vigour and surgical  
skill.  
Mr Martin, who was a man of few words and possessed but little  
power of eloquence or persuasion, submitted to this operation with a  


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