The Pickwick Papers


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Before Mr Pickwick could reply, before Mr Perker had taken one  
twentieth part of the snuff with which so unusually long an address  
imperatively required to be followed up, there was a low murmuring of  
voices outside, and then a hesitating knock at the door.  
'
Dear, dear,' exclaimed Mr Pickwick, who had been evidently roused  
by his friend's appeal; 'what an annoyance that door is! Who is that?'  
'Me, Sir,' replied Sam Weller, putting in his head.  
'
I can't speak to you just now, Sam,' said Mr Pickwick. 'I am engaged  
at this moment, Sam.'  
'
Beg your pardon, Sir,' rejoined Mr Weller. 'But here's a lady here, Sir,  
as says she's somethin' wery partickler to disclose.'  
'
I can't see any lady,' replied Mr Pickwick, whose mind was filled with  
visions of Mrs. Bardell.  
'
I wouldn't make too sure o' that, Sir,' urged Mr Weller, shaking his  
head. 'If you know'd who was near, sir, I rayther think you'd change  
your note; as the hawk remarked to himself vith a cheerful laugh, ven  
he heerd the robin-redbreast a-singin' round the corner.'  
'
'
Who is it?' inquired Mr Pickwick.  
Will you see her, Sir?' asked Mr Weller, holding the door in his hand  
as if he had some curious live animal on the other side.  
'I suppose I must,' said Mr Pickwick, looking at Perker.  
'Well then, all in to begin!' cried Sam. 'Sound the gong, draw up the  
curtain, and enter the two conspiraytors.'  
As Sam Weller spoke, he threw the door open, and there rushed  
tumultuously into the room, Mr Nathaniel Winkle, leading after him  
by the hand, the identical young lady who at Dingley Dell had worn  
the boots with the fur round the tops, and who, now a very pleasing  
compound of blushes and confusion, and lilac silk, and a smart  
bonnet, and a rich lace veil, looked prettier than ever.  
'
Miss Arabella Allen!' exclaimed Mr Pickwick, rising from his chair.  
No,' replied Mr Winkle, dropping on his knees. 'Mrs. Winkle. Pardon,  
'
my dear friend, pardon!'  
Mr Pickwick could scarcely believe the evidence of his senses, and  
perhaps would not have done so, but for the corroborative testimony  


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