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Mr. Samuel Weller, being intrusted with a Mission of Love, proceeds to execute it; with what Success

           Pickwick,lookinggood-humouredlyroundathisfollower,whowastrudgingbehind.

           ‘Werynicethings,ifthey’remanagedproperly,Sir,’repliedMr.Weller;‘butwenyoudon’twanttobeseen,Ithinkthey’remoreusefularterthecandle’sgoneout,thanwenit’salight.’

           Mr.PickwickappearedstruckbySam’sremarks,forheputthelanternintohispocketagain,andtheywalkedoninsilence.

           ‘Downhere,Sir,’saidSam.‘Letmeleadtheway.Thisisthelane,Sir.’

           Downthelanetheywent,anddarkenoughitwas.Mr.Pickwickbroughtoutthelantern,onceortwice,astheygropedtheirwayalong,andthrewaverybrilliantlittletunneloflightbeforethem,aboutafootindiameter.Itwasveryprettytolookat,butseemedtohavetheeffectofrenderingsurroundingobjectsratherdarkerthanbefore.

           Atlengththeyarrivedatthelargestone.HereSamrecommendedhismasterandMr.Winkletoseatthemselves,whilehereconnoitred,andascertainedwhetherMarywasyetinwaiting.

           Afteranabsenceoffiveortenminutes,Samreturnedtosaythatthegatewasopened,andallquiet.Followinghimwithstealthytread,Mr.PickwickandMr.Winklesoonfoundthemselvesinthegarden.Hereeverybodysaid,‘Hush!’agoodmanytimes;andthatbeingdone,nooneseemedtohaveanyverydistinctapprehensionofwhatwastobedonenext.

           ‘IsMissAlleninthegardenyet,Mary?’inquiredMr.Winkle,muchagitated.

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