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Relates how Mr. Pickwick, with the Assistance of Samuel Weller, essayed to soften the Heart of Mr. B

           

           ‘Andit’sthisgentleman’sservant,Isuppose,’interruptedtheoldlady,‘whohasbeenskulkingaboutmyhouse,andendeavouringtoentrapmyservantstoconspireagainsttheirmistress.Martin!’

           ‘Well?’saidthesurlyman,comingforward.

           ‘Isthattheyoungmanyousawinthelane,whomyoutoldmeabout,thismorning?’

           Mr.Martin,who,asithasalreadyappeared,wasamanoffewwords,lookedatSamWeller,noddedhishead,andgrowledforth,‘That’stheman.’Mr.Weller,whowasneverproud,gaveasmileoffriendlyrecognitionashiseyesencounteredthoseofthesurlygroom,andadmittedincourteousterms,thathehad‘knowedhimafore.’

           ‘Andthisisthefaithfulcreature,’exclaimedMr.BenAllen,‘whomIhadnearlysuffocated!Mr.Pickwick,howdareyouallowyourfellowtobeemployedintheabductionofmysister?Idemandthatyouexplainthismatter,sir.’

           ‘Explainit,sir!’criedBobSawyerfiercely.

           ‘It’saconspiracy,’saidBenAllen.

           ‘Aregularplant,’addedMr.BobSawyer.

           ‘Adisgracefulimposition,’observedtheoldlady.

           ‘Nothingbutado,’remarkedMartin.‘Prayhearme,’urgedMr.Pickwick,asMr.BenAllenfellintoachairthatpatientswerebledin,andgavewaytohispocket–handkerchief.

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