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Clearing up all Doubts (if any existed) of the Disinterestedness of Mr. A. Jingle’s Character

           

           ‘We’reintime,’exclaimedWardle.‘Showustheroom;notamomentistobelost.’

           ‘Pray,mydearsirpray,’saidthelittleman;‘caution,caution.’Hedrewfromhispocketaredsilkpurse,andlookedveryhardatSamashedrewoutasovereign.

           Samgrinnedexpressively.

           ‘Showusintotheroomatonce,withoutannouncingus,’saidthelittleman,‘andit’syours.’

           Samthrewthepaintedtopsintoacorner,andledthewaythroughadarkpassage,andupawidestaircase.Hepausedattheendofasecondpassage,andheldouthishand.

           ‘Hereitis,’whisperedtheattorney,ashedepositedthemoneyonthehandoftheirguide.

           Themansteppedforwardforafewpaces,followedbythetwofriendsandtheirlegaladviser.Hestoppedatadoor.

           ‘Isthistheroom?’murmuredthelittlegentleman.

           Samnoddedassent.

           OldWardleopenedthedoor;andthewholethreewalkedintotheroomjustasMr.Jingle,whohadthatmomentreturned,hadproducedthelicencetothespinsteraunt.

           Thespinsterutteredaloudshriek,andthrowingherselfintoachair,coveredherfacewithherhands.Mr.Jinglecrumpledupthelicence,andthrustitintohiscoatpocket.Theunwelcomevisitorsadvancedintothemiddleoftheroom.‘Youyouareanicerascal,arn’tyou?’exclaimedWardle,breathlesswithpassion.

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