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           Pickwick.‘Whyalone?’

           ‘Ithoughtitverynatural,’repliedJob,‘thattheoldladywouldn’tlikesuchanunpleasantdiscoverytobemadebeforemorepersonsthancanpossiblybehelped.Theyounglady,too,sirconsiderherfeelings.’

           ‘Youareveryright,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Theconsiderationevincesyourdelicacyoffeeling.Goon;youareveryright.’

           ‘Well,sir,Ihavebeenthinkingthatifyouwerewaitinginthebackgardenalone,andIwastoletyouin,atthedoorwhichopensintoit,fromtheendofthepassage,atexactlyhalf-pasteleveno’clock,youwouldbejustintheverymomentoftimetoassistmeinfrustratingthedesignsofthisbadman,bywhomIhavebeenunfortunatelyensnared.’HereMr.Trottersigheddeeply.

           ‘Don’tdistressyourselfonthataccount,’saidMr.Pickwick;‘ifhehadonegrainofthedelicacyoffeelingwhichdistinguishesyou,humbleasyourstationis,Ishouldhavesomehopesofhim.’

           JobTrotterbowedlow;andinspiteofMr.Weller’spreviousremonstrance,thetearsagainrosetohiseyes.

           ‘Ineverseesuchafeller,’saidSam,‘BlessedifIdon’tthinkhe’sgotamaininhisheadasisalwaysturnedon.’

           ‘Sam,’saidMr.Pickwick,withgreatseverity,‘holdyourtongue.’

           ‘Werywell,sir,’repliedMr.Weller.

           ‘Idon’tlikethisplan,’saidMr.Pickwick,afterdeepmeditation.

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