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           ‘Whatdoyouthinkofit,Pruffle?’

           ‘Thinkofit,Sir?’

           ‘Yes.Youhavebeenbredupinthiscountry.Whatshouldyousaywasthecauseforthoselights,now?’

           ThescientificgentlemansmilinglyanticipatedPruffle’sreplythathecouldassignnocauseforthematall.Prufflemeditated.

           ‘Ishouldsayitwasthieves,Sir,’saidPruffleatlength.

           ‘You’reafool,andmaygodownstairs,’saidthescientificgentleman.

           ‘Thankyou,Sir,’saidPruffle.Anddownhewent.

           Butthescientificgentlemancouldnotrestundertheideaoftheingenioustreatisehehadprojectedbeinglosttotheworld,whichmustinevitablybethecaseifthespeculationoftheingeniousMr.Prufflewerenotstifledinitsbirth.Heputonhishatandwalkedquicklydownthegarden,determinedtoinvestigatethemattertotheverybottom.

           Now,shortlybeforethescientificgentlemanwalkedoutintothegarden,Mr.Pickwickhadrundownthelaneasfastashecould,toconveyafalsealarmthatsomebodywascomingthatway;occasionallydrawingbacktheslideofthedarklanterntokeephimselffromtheditch.Thealarmwasnosoonergiven,thanMr.Winklescrambledbackoverthewall,andArabellaranintothehouse;thegardengatewasshut,andthethreeadventurersweremakingthebestoftheirwaydownthelane,whentheywerestartledbythescientificgentlemanunlockinghisgardengate.

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