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‘
I
thought
it
very
natural
,
’
replied
Job
,
‘
that
the
old
lady
wouldn
’
t
like
such
an
unpleasant
discovery
to
be
made
before
more
persons
than
can
possibly
be
helped
.
The
young
lady
,
too
,
sir
—
consider
her
feelings
.
’
‘
You
are
very
right
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
The
consideration
evinces
your
delicacy
of
feeling
.
Go
on
;
you
are
very
right
.
’
‘
Well
,
sir
,
I
have
been
thinking
that
if
you
were
waiting
in
the
back
garden
alone
,
and
I
was
to
let
you
in
,
at
the
door
which
opens
into
it
,
from
the
end
of
the
passage
,
at
exactly
half
-
past
eleven
o
’
clock
,
you
would
be
just
in
the
very
moment
of
time
to
assist
me
in
frustrating
the
designs
of
this
bad
man
,
by
whom
I
have
been
unfortunately
ensnared
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Trotter
sighed
deeply
.
‘
Don
’
t
distress
yourself
on
that
account
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
if
he
had
one
grain
of
the
delicacy
of
feeling
which
distinguishes
you
,
humble
as
your
station
is
,
I
should
have
some
hopes
of
him
.
’
Job
Trotter
bowed
low
;
and
in
spite
of
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
previous
remonstrance
,
the
tears
again
rose
to
his
eyes
.
‘
I
never
see
such
a
feller
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
Blessed
if
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
s
got
a
main
in
his
head
as
is
always
turned
on
.
’
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
great
severity
,
‘
hold
your
tongue
.
’
‘
Wery
well
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
I
don
’
t
like
this
plan
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
deep
meditation
.
‘
Why
cannot
I
communicate
with
the
young
lady
’
s
friends
?
’
