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Pickwick
sat
down
in
the
closet
,
beneath
a
grove
of
sandwich
-
bags
,
and
awaited
the
return
of
the
messengers
,
with
all
the
philosophy
and
fortitude
he
could
summon
to
his
aid
.
An
hour
and
a
half
elapsed
before
they
came
back
,
and
when
they
did
come
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
recognised
,
in
addition
to
the
voice
of
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
two
other
voices
,
the
tones
of
which
struck
familiarly
on
his
ear
;
but
whose
they
were
,
he
could
not
for
the
life
of
him
call
to
mind
.
A
very
brief
conversation
ensued
.
The
door
was
unlocked
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
stepped
out
of
the
closet
,
and
found
himself
in
the
presence
of
the
whole
establishment
of
Westgate
House
,
Mr
Samuel
Weller
,
and
—
old
Wardle
,
and
his
destined
son
-
in
-
law
,
Mr
.
Trundle
!
‘
My
dear
friend
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
running
forward
and
grasping
Wardle
’
s
hand
,
‘
my
dear
friend
,
pray
,
for
Heaven
’
s
sake
,
explain
to
this
lady
the
unfortunate
and
dreadful
situation
in
which
I
am
placed
.
You
must
have
heard
it
from
my
servant
;
say
,
at
all
events
,
my
dear
fellow
,
that
I
am
neither
a
robber
nor
a
madman
.
’
‘
I
have
said
so
,
my
dear
friend
.
I
have
said
so
already
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Wardle
,
shaking
the
right
hand
of
his
friend
,
while
Mr
.
Trundle
shook
the
left
.
‘
And
whoever
says
,
or
has
said
,
he
is
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Weller
,
stepping
forward
,
‘
says
that
which
is
not
the
truth
,
but
so
far
from
it
,
on
the
contrary
,
quite
the
rewerse
.
And
if
there
’
s
any
number
o
’
men
on
these
here
premises
as
has
said
so
,
I
shall
be
wery
happy
to
give
’
em
all
a
wery
convincing
proof
o
’
their
being
mistaken
,
in
this
here
wery
room
,
if
these
wery
respectable
ladies
‘
ll
have
the
goodness
to
retire
,
and
order
’
em
up
,
one
at
a
time
.
’
Having
delivered
this
defiance
with
great
volubility
,
Mr
.
Weller
struck
his
open
palm
emphatically
with
his
clenched
fist
,
and
winked
pleasantly
on
Miss
Tomkins
,
the
intensity
of
whose
horror
at
his
supposing
it
within
the
bounds
of
possibility
that
there
could
be
any
men
on
the
premises
of
Westgate
House
Establishment
for
Young
Ladies
,
it
is
impossible
to
describe
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
explanation
having
already
been
partially
made
,
was
soon
concluded
.
But
neither
in
the
course
of
his
walk
home
with
his
friends
,
nor
afterwards
when
seated
before
a
blazing
fire
at
the
supper
he
so
much
needed
,
could
a
single
observation
be
drawn
from
him
.
He
seemed
bewildered
and
amazed
.
Once
,
and
only
once
,
he
turned
round
to
Mr
.
Wardle
,
and
said
—
‘
How
did
you
come
here
?
’
‘
Trundle
and
I
came
down
here
,
for
some
good
shooting
on
the
first
,
’
replied
Wardle
.
‘
We
arrived
to
-
night
,
and
were
astonished
to
hear
from
your
servant
that
you
were
here
too
.
But
I
am
glad
you
are
,
’
said
the
old
fellow
,
slapping
him
on
the
back
—
‘
I
am
glad
you
are
.
We
shall
have
a
jovial
party
on
the
first
,
and
we
’
ll
give
Winkle
another
chance
—
eh
,
old
boy
?
’
Mr
.
