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‘
And
when
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
—
‘
when
is
this
villainous
design
to
be
carried
into
execution
—
when
is
this
elopement
to
take
place
?
’
‘
To
-
night
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Job
.
‘
To
-
night
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
This
very
night
,
sir
,
’
replied
Job
Trotter
.
‘
That
is
what
alarms
me
so
much
.
’
‘
Instant
measures
must
be
taken
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
will
see
the
lady
who
keeps
the
establishment
immediately
.
’
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
’
said
Job
,
‘
but
that
course
of
proceeding
will
never
do
.
’
‘
Why
not
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
My
master
,
sir
,
is
a
very
artful
man
.
’
‘
I
know
he
is
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
And
he
has
so
wound
himself
round
the
old
lady
’
s
heart
,
Sir
,
’
resumed
Job
,
‘
that
she
would
believe
nothing
to
his
prejudice
,
if
you
went
down
on
your
bare
knees
,
and
swore
it
;
especially
as
you
have
no
proof
but
the
word
of
a
servant
,
who
,
for
anything
she
knows
(
and
my
master
would
be
sure
to
say
so
)
,
was
discharged
for
some
fault
,
and
does
this
in
revenge
.
’
‘
What
had
better
be
done
,
then
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
