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How Mr. Winkle, when he stepped out of the Frying-pan, walked gently and comfortably into the Fire

           Don’tstrikeme.Iwon’tbearit.Ablow!Never!’saidMr.Dowler,lookingmeekerthanMr.Winklehadexpectedinagentlemanofhisferocity.

           ‘Ablow,Sir?’stammeredMr.Winkle.

           ‘Ablow,Sir,’repliedDowler.‘Composeyourfeelings.Sitdown.Hearme.’

           ‘Sir,’saidMr.Winkle,tremblingfromheadtofoot,‘beforeIconsenttositdownbeside,oroppositeyou,withoutthepresenceofawaiter,Imustbesecuredbysomefurtherunderstanding.Youusedathreatagainstmelastnight,Sir,adreadfulthreat,Sir.’HereMr.Winkleturnedverypaleindeed,andstoppedshort.

           ‘Idid,’saidDowler,withacountenancealmostaswhiteasMr.Winkle’s.‘Circumstancesweresuspicious.Theyhavebeenexplained.Irespectyourbravery.Yourfeelingisupright.Consciousinnocence.There’smyhand.Graspit.’

           ‘Really,Sir,’saidMr.Winkle,hesitatingwhethertogivehishandornot,andalmostfearingthatitwasdemandedinorderthathemightbetakenatanadvantage,‘really,Sir,I

           ‘Iknowwhatyoumean,’interposedDowler.‘Youfeelaggrieved.Verynatural.SoshouldI.Iwaswrong.Ibegyourpardon.Befriendly.Forgiveme.’Withthis,DowlerfairlyforcedhishanduponMr.Winkle,andshakingitwiththeutmostvehemence,declaredhewasafellowofextremespirit,andhehadahigheropinionofhimthanever.

           ‘Now,’saidDowler,‘sitdown.Relateitall.

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