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Wherein Mr. Peter Magnus grows jealous, and the middle-aged Lady apprehensive, which brings the Pick

           Magnus,takinganotherlookattheclock,thehandofwhichwasvergingonthefiveminutespast.

           ‘Well,sir,’saidMr.Pickwick,withtheprofoundsolemnitywithwhichthatgreatmancould,whenhepleased,renderhisremarkssodeeplyimpressive.‘Ishouldcommence,sir,withatributetothelady’sbeautyandexcellentqualities;fromthem,Sir,Ishoulddivergetomyownunworthiness.’

           ‘Verygood,’saidMr.Magnus.

           ‘UnworthinessforHERonly,mind,sir,’resumedMr.Pickwick;‘fortoshowthatIwasnotwhollyunworthy,sir,Ishouldtakeabriefreviewofmypastlife,andpresentcondition.Ishouldargue,byanalogy,thattoanybodyelse,Imustbeaverydesirableobject.Ishouldthenexpatiateonthewarmthofmylove,andthedepthofmydevotion.PerhapsImightthenbetemptedtoseizeherhand.’

           ‘Yes,Isee,’saidMr.Magnus;‘thatwouldbeaverygreatpoint.’

           ‘Ishouldthen,Sir,’continuedMr.Pickwick,growingwarmerasthesubjectpresenteditselfinmoreglowingcoloursbeforehim‘Ishouldthen,Sir,cometotheplainandsimplequestion,"Willyouhaveme?"IthinkIamjustifiedinassumingthatuponthis,shewouldturnawayherhead.’

           ‘Youthinkthatmaybetakenforgranted?’saidMr.Magnus;‘because,ifshedidnotdothatattherightplace,itwouldbeembarrassing.’

           ‘Ithinkshewould,’saidMr.Pickwick.

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