appeared in the court. The bell at theinner door in the passage
immediately thereafter tinkling, she isadmonished by Mrs. Snagsby, on
pain of instant reconsignment to herpatron saint, not to omit the
ceremony of announcement. Muchdiscomposed in her nerves (which were
previously in the best order)by this threat, she so fearfully mutilates
that point of state asto announce "Mr. and Mrs. Cheeseming, least which,
Imeantersay,whatsername!" and retires conscience-stricken from the
presence.　　Mr. Chadband is a large yellow man with a fat smile and a
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themaster thereof, on the mistress thereof, on the young maidens, andon
the young men! My friends, why do I wish for peace? What ispeace? Is it
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say amen, which is wellreceived.　　"Now, my friends," proceeds Mr.
Chadband, "since I am upon thistheme--"Guster presents herself. Mrs.
Snagsby, in a spectral bass voiceand without removing her eyes from
Chadband, says with dreadfuldistinctness, "Go away!""Now, my friends,"
says Chadband, "since I am upon this theme, andin my lowly path
improving it--"Guster is heard unaccountably to murmur "one thousing
seven hundredand eighty-two." The spectral voice repeats more solemnly,
"Goaway!""Now, my friends," says Mr. Chadband, "we will inquire in a
spiritof love--"Still Guster reiterates "one thousing seven hundred and
eighty-two."Mr. Chadband, pausing with the resignation of a man
accustomed tobe persecuted and languidly folding up his chin into his
fat smile,says, "Let us hear the maiden! Speak, maiden!""One thousing
seven hundred and eighty-two, if you please, sir.　　Which he wish to know
what the shilling ware for," says Guster,breathless.　　"For?" returns
Mrs. Chadband. "For his fare!"Guster replied that "he insistes on one
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