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Pickwick
made
no
reply
,
he
did
not
even
ask
after
his
friends
at
Dingley
Dell
,
and
shortly
afterwards
retired
for
the
night
,
desiring
Sam
to
fetch
his
candle
when
he
rung
.
The
bell
did
ring
in
due
course
,
and
Mr
.
Weller
presented
himself
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
out
from
under
the
bed
-
clothes
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
paused
,
and
Mr
.
Weller
snuffed
the
candle
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
again
,
as
if
with
a
desperate
effort
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
once
more
.
‘
Where
is
that
Trotter
?
’
‘
Job
,
sir
?
’
‘
Yes
.
‘
Gone
,
sir
.
’
