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           ‘Ringthealarmbell,somebody!’criedadozenvoices.

           ‘Don’tdon’t,’shoutedMr.Pickwick.‘Lookatme.DoIlooklikearobber!Mydearladiesyoumaybindmehandandleg,orlockmeupinacloset,ifyoulike.OnlyhearwhatIhavegottosayonlyhearme.’

           ‘Howdidyoucomeinourgarden?’falteredthehousemaid.

           ‘Calltheladyofthehouse,andI’lltellhereverything,’saidMr.Pickwick,exertinghislungstotheutmostpitch.‘Callheronlybequiet,andcallher,andyoushallheareverything.’

           ItmighthavebeenMr.Pickwick’sappearance,oritmighthavebeenhismanner,oritmighthavebeenthetemptationirresistibletoafemalemindofhearingsomethingatpresentenvelopedinmystery,thatreducedthemorereasonableportionoftheestablishment(somefourindividuals)toastateofcomparativequiet.Bythemitwasproposed,asatestofMr.Pickwick’ssincerity,thatheshouldimmediatelysubmittopersonalrestraint;andthatgentlemanhavingconsentedtoholdaconferencewithMissTomkins,fromtheinteriorofaclosetinwhichthedayboardershungtheirbonnetsandsandwich-bags,heatoncesteppedintoit,ofhisownaccord,andwassecurelylockedin.Thisrevivedtheothers;andMissTomkinshavingbeenbroughtto,andbroughtdown,theconferencebegan.

           ‘Whatdidyoudoinmygarden,man?’saidMissTomkins,inafaintvoice.

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