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We won't wait a minute for Perker,' said Wardle, looking at his watch;  
he is always exact. He will be here, in time, if he means to come; and  
if he does not, it's of no use waiting. Ha! Arabella!'  
'My sister!' exclaimed Mr Benjamin Allen, folding her in a most  
romantic embrace.  
'Oh, Ben, dear, how you do smell of tobacco,' said Arabella, rather  
overcome by this mark of affection.  
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Do I?' said Mr Benjamin Allen. 'Do I, Bella? Well, perhaps I do.'  
Perhaps he did, having just left a pleasant little smoking-party of  
twelve medical students, in a small back parlour with a large fire.  
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But I am delighted to see you,' said Mr Ben Allen. 'Bless you, Bella!'  
There,' said Arabella, bending forward to kiss her brother; 'don't take  
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hold of me again, Ben, dear, because you tumble me so.'  
At this point of the reconciliation, Mr Ben Allen allowed his feelings  
and the cigars and porter to overcome him, and looked round upon  
the beholders with damp spectacles.  
'is nothing to be said to me?' cried Wardle, with open arms.  
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A great deal,' whispered Arabella, as she received the old gentleman's  
hearty caress and congratulation. 'You are a hard- hearted, unfeeling,  
cruel monster.'  
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You are a little rebel,' replied Wardle, in the same tone, 'and I am  
afraid I shall be obliged to forbid you the house. People like you, who  
get married in spite of everybody, ought not to be let loose on society.  
But come!' added the old gentleman aloud, 'here's the dinner; you  
shall sit by me. Joe; why, damn the boy, he's awake!'  
To the great distress of his master, the fat boy was indeed in a state of  
remarkable vigilance, his eyes being wide open, and looking as if they  
intended to remain so. There was an alacrity in his manner, too,  
which was equally unaccountable; every time his eyes met those of  
Emily or Arabella, he smirked and grinned; once, Wardle could have  
sworn, he saw him wink.  
This alteration in the fat boy's demeanour originated in his increased  
sense of his own importance, and the dignity he acquired from having  
been taken into the confidence of the young ladies; and the smirks,  
and grins, and winks were so many condescending assurances that  
they might depend upon his fidelity. As these tokens were rather  


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