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Title: Works
Year: 1881 (1880s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
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Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall, limited
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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e. To this manoeuvrehe accordingly resorted. Keeping the curtains carefully closedwith his hand, so that nothing more of him could be seen thanhis face and night-cap, and putting on his spectacles, hemustered up courage, and looked out. Mr. Pickwick almost fainted with horror and dismay.Standing before the dressing-glass was a middle-aged lady,in yeUow curl-papers, busily engaged in brushing what ladiescall their back-hair. However the unconscious middle-agedlady came into that room, it was quite clear that she con-templated remaining there for the night; for she had brought arushlight and shade with her, which, with praiseworthy precautionagainst fire, she had stationed in a basin on the floor, where itwas glimmering away, like a gigantic light-house in a particularlysmall piece of water. Bless my soul, thought Mr. Pickwick, what a dreadfulthing! Hem! said the lady; and in went Mr. Pickwicks headwith automaton-Hke rapidity, I never met with anything so awful as this, thought poor 344
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J/^:: ^^y^^^aj^^A^-^,^M..^a^,^/^.^ /ey^A-_://u^,,„y. A MIDDLE-AGED LADY FEIGHTENED Mr. Pickwick, the cold perspiration starting in drops upon hisnight-cap. Never. This is fearful. It was quite impossible to resist the urgent desire to seewhat was going forward. So out went Mr. Pickwicks headagain. The prospect was worse than before. The middle-agedlady had finished arranging her hair; had carefully envelopedit in a muslin night-cap with a small plaited border; and wasgazing pensively on the fire. This matter is growing alarming, reasoned Mr. Pickwickwith himself. I cant allow things to go on in this way. Bythe self-possession of that lady it is clear to me that I musthave come into the wrong room. If I call out she 11 alarm thehouse; but if I remain here the consequences will be still morefrightful. Mr. Pickwick, it is quite unnecessary to say, was one of themost modest and delicate-minded of mortals. The very idea ofexhibiting his night-cap to a lady overpowered him, but he hadtied

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