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There
was
a
short
pause
.
‘
What
kind
of
compromise
would
you
recommend
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Why
,
my
dear
Sir
,
our
friend
’
s
in
an
unpleasant
position
—
very
much
so
.
We
must
be
content
to
suffer
some
pecuniary
loss
.
’
‘
I
’
ll
suffer
any
,
rather
than
submit
to
this
disgrace
,
and
let
her
,
fool
as
she
is
,
be
made
miserable
for
life
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
I
rather
think
it
can
be
done
,
’
said
the
bustling
little
man
.
‘
Mr
.
Jingle
,
will
you
step
with
us
into
the
next
room
for
a
moment
?
’
Mr
.
Jingle
assented
,
and
the
quartette
walked
into
an
empty
apartment
.
‘
Now
,
sir
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
as
he
carefully
closed
the
door
,
‘
is
there
no
way
of
accommodating
this
matter
—
step
this
way
,
sir
,
for
a
moment
—
into
this
window
,
Sir
,
where
we
can
be
alone
—
there
,
sir
,
there
,
pray
sit
down
,
sir
.
Now
,
my
dear
Sir
,
between
you
and
I
,
we
know
very
well
,
my
dear
Sir
,
that
you
have
run
off
with
this
lady
for
the
sake
of
her
money
.
Don
’
t
frown
,
Sir
,
don
’
t
frown
;
I
say
,
between
you
and
I
,
WE
know
it
.
We
are
both
men
of
the
world
,
and
WE
know
very
well
that
our
friends
here
,
are
not
—
eh
?
’
Mr
.
Jingle
’
s
face
gradually
relaxed
;
and
something
distantly
resembling
a
wink
quivered
for
an
instant
in
his
left
eye
.
‘
Very
good
,
very
good
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
observing
the
impression
he
had
made
.
‘
Now
,
the
fact
is
,
that
beyond
a
few
hundreds
,
the
lady
has
little
or
nothing
till
the
death
of
her
mother
—
fine
old
lady
,
my
dear
Sir
.
’
