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Chapter XXXVIII
How Mr Winkle, When He Stepped Out Of The Frying-Pan, Walked
Gently And Comfortably Into The Fire
The ill-starred gentleman who had been the unfortunate cause of the
unusual noise and disturbance which alarmed the inhabitants of the
Royal Crescent in manner and form already described, after passing a
night of great confusion and anxiety, left the roof beneath which his
friends still slumbered, bound he knew not whither. The excellent and
considerate feelings which prompted Mr Winkle to take this step can
never be too highly appreciated or too warmly extolled. 'If,' reasoned
Mr Winkle with himself - 'if this Dowler attempts (as I have no doubt
he will) to carry into execution his threat of personal violence against
myself, it will be incumbent on me to call him out. He has a wife; that
wife is attached to, and dependent on him. Heavens! If I should kill
him in the blindness of my wrath, what would be my feelings ever
afterwards!' This painful consideration operated so powerfully on the
feelings of the humane young man, as to cause his knees to knock
together, and his countenance to exhibit alarming manifestations of
inward emotion. Impelled by such reflections, he grasped his carpet-
bag, and creeping stealthily downstairs, shut the detestable street
door with as little noise as possible, and walked off. Bending his steps
towards the Royal Hotel, he found a coach on the point of starting for
Bristol, and, thinking Bristol as good a place for his purpose as any
other he could go to, he mounted the box, and reached his place of
destination in such time as the pair of horses, who went the whole
stage and back again, twice a day or more, could be reasonably
supposed to arrive there. He took up his quarters at the Bush, and
designing to postpone any communication by letter with Mr Pickwick
until it was probable that Mr Dowler's wrath might have in some
degree evaporated, walked forth to view the city, which struck him as
being a shade more dirty than any place he had ever seen. Having
inspected the docks and shipping, and viewed the cathedral, he
inquired his way to Clifton, and being directed thither, took the route
which was pointed out to him. But as the pavements of Bristol are not
the widest or cleanest upon earth, so its streets are not altogether the
straightest or least intricate; and Mr Winkle, being greatly puzzled by
their manifold windings and twistings, looked about him for a decent
shop in which he could apply afresh for counsel and instruction.
His eye fell upon a newly-painted tenement which had been recently
converted into something between a shop and a private house, and
which a red lamp, projecting over the fanlight of the street door, would
have sufficiently announced as the residence of a medical practitioner,
even if the word 'Surgery' had not been inscribed in golden characters
on a wainscot ground, above the window of what, in times bygone,
had been the front parlour. Thinking this an eligible place wherein to
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