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An important Conference takes place between Mr. Pickwick and Samuel Weller, at which his Parent assi

           Ifshedon’t,she’snottheyoung‘oomanItakeherfor,andIgiveherupvithreadiness.You’veknow’dmeafore,Sir.Mymind’smadeup,andnothin’caneveralterit.’

           Whocouldcombatthisresolution?NotMr.Pickwick.Hederived,atthatmoment,moreprideandluxuryoffeelingfromthedisinterestedattachmentofhishumblefriends,thantenthousandprotestationsfromthegreatestmenlivingcouldhaveawakenedinhisheart.

           WhilethisconversationwaspassinginMr.Pickwick’sroom,alittleoldgentlemaninasuitofsnuff-colouredclothes,followedbyaportercarryingasmallportmanteau,presentedhimselfbelow;and,aftersecuringabedforthenight,inquiredofthewaiterwhetheroneMrs.Winklewasstayingthere,towhichquestionthewaiterofcourserespondedintheaffirmative.

           ‘Isshealone?’inquiredtheoldgentleman.

           ‘Ibelievesheis,Sir,’repliedthewaiter;‘Icancallherownmaid,Sir,ifyou

           ‘No,Idon’twanther,’saidtheoldgentlemanquickly.‘Showmetoherroomwithoutannouncingme.’

           ‘Eh,Sir?’saidthewaiter.

           ‘Areyoudeaf?’inquiredthelittleoldgentleman.

           ‘No,sir.’

           ‘Thenlisten,ifyouplease.Canyouhearmenow?’

           ‘Yes,Sir.’

           ‘That’swell.ShowmetoMrs.Winkle’sroom,withoutannouncingme.

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