"They're going, Mrs. raddle, they're going," said the miserable Bob.
Now go away, raddle, there's a good soul, or you'll only aggravate her.'
All this, Mr. raddle heard with great submission, and presently returned to the parlour in a most lamb-like manner.
Mrs. raddle is one of that lower middle-class which Dickens knew so well, still she is not hateful or vile, or anything but droll.
“I have been a good deal flurried,” replied Mrs. raddle, in a reproachful manner.
We know that she was sister to Mrs. raddle, who lived far away in Southwark, and was the landlady of Mr. Sawyer.
Mr. raddle, ma'am; Mrs. Cluppins, ma'am; Mrs. raddle, ma'am.'
Mrs. raddle tossed her head, bit her lips, rubbed her hands harder, and looked at the wall more steadily than ever.
All this Mr. raddle heard with great submission, and presently returned to the parlour in a most lamb-like manner.
“Very good, sir,” responded Mrs. raddle, with lofty politeness.