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'I never saw it!' cried Cherry; 'that's all I can say.'
'But when the marriage took place,' said Mrs Todgers, proceeding
with her subject, 'when it was in the paper, and was read out here at
breakfast, I thought he had taken leave of his senses, I did indeed.
The violence of that young man, my dear Miss Pecksniff; the frightful
opinions he expressed upon the subject of self-destruction; the
extraordinary actions he performed with his tea; the clenching way in
which he bit his bread and butter; the manner in which he taunted Mr
Jinkins; all combined to form a picture never to be forgotten.'
'It's a pity he didn't destroy himself, I think,' observed Miss
Pecksniff.
'Himself!' said Mrs Todgers, 'it took another turn at night. He was for
destroying other people then. There was a little chaffing going on--I
hope you don't consider that a low expression, Miss Pecksniff; it is
always in our gentlemen's mouths--a little chaffing going on, my dear,
among 'em, all in good nature, when suddenly he rose up, foaming with
his fury, and but for being held by three would have had Mr Jinkins's
life with a bootjack.
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