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very calm and agreeable expression of countenance, for some seconds;  
finding, however, that it threatened speedily to lead to a result which  
would place it beyond his power to claim any wages, board or  
otherwise, in all time to come, he muttered an inarticulate  
remonstrance and felled Mr Benjamin Allen to the ground. As that  
gentleman had his hands entangled in his cravat, he had no  
alternative but to follow him to the floor. There they both lay  
struggling, when the shop door opened, and the party was increased  
by the arrival of two most unexpected visitors, to wit, Mr Pickwick and  
Mr Samuel Weller.  
The impression at once produced on Mr Weller's mind by what he  
saw, was, that Mr Martin was hired by the establishment of Sawyer,  
late Nockemorf, to take strong medicine, or to go into fits and be  
experimentalised upon, or to swallow poison now and then with the  
view of testing the efficacy of some new antidotes, or to do something  
or other to promote the great science of medicine, and gratify the  
ardent spirit of inquiry burning in the bosoms of its two young  
professors. So, without presuming to interfere, Sam stood perfectly  
still, and looked on, as if he were mightily interested in the result of  
the then pending experiment. Not so, Mr Pickwick. He at once threw  
himself on the astonished combatants, with his accustomed energy,  
and loudly called upon the bystanders to interpose.  
This roused Mr Bob Sawyer, who had been hitherto quite paralysed by  
the frenzy of his companion. With that gentleman's assistance, Mr  
Pickwick raised Ben Allen to his feet. Mr Martin finding himself alone  
on the floor, got up, and looked about him.  
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Mr Allen,' said Mr Pickwick, 'what is the matter, Sir?'  
Never mind, Sir!' replied Mr Allen, with haughty defiance.  
What is it?' inquired Mr Pickwick, looking at Bob Sawyer. 'Is he  
unwell?'  
Before Bob could reply, Mr Ben Allen seized Mr Pickwick by the hand,  
and murmured, in sorrowful accents, 'My sister, my dear Sir; my  
sister.'  
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Oh, is that all!' said Mr Pickwick. 'We shall easily arrange that matter,  
I hope. Your sister is safe and well, and I am here, my dear Sir, to - '  
'Sorry to do anythin' as may cause an interruption to such wery  
pleasant proceedin's, as the king said wen he dissolved the  
parliament,' interposed Mr Weller, who had been peeping through the  
glass door; 'but there's another experiment here, sir. Here's a  


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