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How Mr. Winkle, when he stepped out of the Frying-pan, walked gently and comfortably into the Fire

           

           ‘Unlockthatdoor,andleavethisroomimmediately,Sir,’saidMr.Winkle.

           ‘Ishallleavethishereroom,sir,justpreciselyatthewerysamemomentasyouleavesit,’respondedSam,speakinginaforciblemanner,andseatinghimselfwithperfectgravity.‘IfIfinditnecessarytocarryyouaway,pick-a-back,o’courseIshallleaveittheleastbito’timepossibleaforeyou;butallowmetoexpressahopeasyouwon’treducemetoextremities;insayingwich,Imerelyquotewotthenoblemansaidtothefractiouspennywinkle,venhevouldn’tcomeoutofhisshellbymeansofapin,andheconseqventlybegantobeafeeredthatheshouldbeobligedtocrackhimintheparlourdoor.’Attheendofthisaddress,whichwasunusuallylengthyforhim,Mr.Wellerplantedhishandsonhisknees,andlookedfullinMr.Winkle’sface,withanexpressionofcountenancewhichshowedthathehadnottheremotestintentionofbeingtrifledwith.

           ‘You’reaamiably-disposedyoungman,Sir,Idon’tthink,’resumedMr.Weller,inatoneofmoralreproof,‘togoinwolvingourpreciousgovernorinallsortso’fanteegs,wenhe’smadeuphismindtogothrougheverythinkforprinciple.You’refarworsenorDodson,Sir;andasforFogg,Iconsiderhimabornangeltoyou!’Mr.Wellerhavingaccompaniedthislastsentimentwithanemphaticslaponeachknee,foldedhisarmswithalookofgreatdisgust,andthrewhimselfbackinhischair,asifawaitingthecriminal’sdefence.

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