Mrs Gamp was a lady of that happy temperament
which can be ecstatic without any other stimulating cause than a general
desire to establish a large and profitable connection. She added daily
so many strings to her bow, that she made a perfect harp of it; and upon
that instrument she now began to perform an extemporaneous concerto.
'Why, goodness me!' she said, 'Mrs Chuzzlewit! To think as I should see
beneath this blessed 'ouse, which well I know it, Miss Pecksniff, my
sweet young lady, to be a 'ouse as there is not a many like, worse luck,
and wishin' it were not so, which then this tearful walley would be
changed into a flowerin' guardian, Mr Chuffey; to think as I should see
beneath this indiwidgle roof, identically comin', Mr Pinch (I take the
liberty, though almost unbeknown), and do assure you of it, sir, the
smilinest and sweetest face as ever, Mrs Chuzzlewit, I see exceptin'
yourn, my dear good lady, and YOUR good lady's too, sir, Mr Moddle, if
I may make so bold as speak so plain of what is plain enough to them as
needn't look through millstones, Mrs Todgers, to find out wot is wrote
upon the wall behind.
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