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

           

           AgainArabellainclinedherhead,andlookeduneasilyround,asifuncertainwhethertocallforassistance.

           ‘Isurpriseyou,Isee,ma’am,’saidtheoldgentleman.

           ‘Rather,Iconfess,’repliedArabella,wonderingmoreandmore.

           ‘I’lltakeachair,ifyou’llallowme,ma’am,’saidthestranger.

           Hetookone;anddrawingaspectacle-casefromhispocket,leisurelypulledoutapairofspectacles,whichheadjustedonhisnose.

           ‘Youdon’tknowme,ma’am?’hesaid,lookingsointentlyatArabellathatshebegantofeelalarmed.

           ‘No,sir,’sherepliedtimidly.

           ‘No,’saidthegentleman,nursinghisleftleg;‘Idon’tknowhowyoushould.Youknowmyname,though,ma’am.’

           ‘DoI?’saidArabella,trembling,thoughshescarcelyknewwhy.‘MayIaskwhatitis?’

           ‘Presently,ma’am,presently,’saidthestranger,nothavingyetremovedhiseyesfromhercountenance.‘Youhavebeenrecentlymarried,ma’am?’

           ‘Ihave,’repliedArabella,inascarcelyaudibletone,layingasideherwork,andbecominggreatlyagitatedasathought,thathadoccurredtoherbefore,struckmoreforciblyuponhermind.

           ‘Withouthavingrepresentedtoyourhusbandtheproprietyoffirstconsultinghisfather,onwhomheisdependent,Ithink?’saidthestranger.

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