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‘
We
want
to
know
,
’
said
the
little
man
solemnly
;
‘
and
we
ask
the
question
of
you
,
in
order
that
we
may
not
awaken
apprehensions
inside
—
we
want
to
know
who
you
’
ve
got
in
this
house
at
present
?
’
‘
Who
there
is
in
the
house
!
’
said
Sam
,
in
whose
mind
the
inmates
were
always
represented
by
that
particular
article
of
their
costume
,
which
came
under
his
immediate
superintendence
.
‘
There
’
s
a
vooden
leg
in
number
six
;
there
’
s
a
pair
of
Hessians
in
thirteen
;
there
’
s
two
pair
of
halves
in
the
commercial
;
there
’
s
these
here
painted
tops
in
the
snuggery
inside
the
bar
;
and
five
more
tops
in
the
coffee
-
room
.
’
‘
Nothing
more
?
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
Stop
a
bit
,
’
replied
Sam
,
suddenly
recollecting
himself
.
‘
Yes
;
there
’
s
a
pair
of
Vellingtons
a
good
deal
worn
,
and
a
pair
o
’
lady
’
s
shoes
,
in
number
five
.
’
‘
What
sort
of
shoes
?
’
hastily
inquired
Wardle
,
who
,
together
with
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
had
been
lost
in
bewilderment
at
the
singular
catalogue
of
visitors
.
‘
Country
make
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Any
maker
’
s
name
?
’
‘
Brown
.
’
‘
Where
of
?
’
‘
Muggleton
.
