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‘
You
will
not
allow
this
base
newspaper
slander
to
shorten
your
stay
here
,
Mr
.
Winkle
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Pott
,
smiling
through
the
traces
of
her
tears
.
‘
I
hope
not
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pott
,
actuated
,
as
he
spoke
,
by
a
wish
that
his
visitor
would
choke
himself
with
the
morsel
of
dry
toast
which
he
was
raising
to
his
lips
at
the
moment
,
and
so
terminate
his
stay
effectually
.
‘
I
hope
not
.
’
‘
You
are
very
good
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
;
‘
but
a
letter
has
been
received
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
—
so
I
learn
by
a
note
from
Mr
.
Tupman
,
which
was
brought
up
to
my
bedroom
door
,
this
morning
—
in
which
he
requests
us
to
join
him
at
Bury
to
-
day
;
and
we
are
to
leave
by
the
coach
at
noon
.
’
‘
But
you
will
come
back
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Pott
.
‘
Oh
,
certainly
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
You
are
quite
sure
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Pott
,
stealing
a
tender
look
at
her
visitor
.
‘
Quite
,
’
responded
Mr
.
Winkle
.
The
breakfast
passed
off
in
silence
,
for
each
of
the
party
was
brooding
over
his
,
or
her
,
own
personal
grievances
.
Mrs
.
Pott
was
regretting
the
loss
of
a
beau
;
Mr
.
Pott
his
rash
pledge
to
horsewhip
the
INDEPENDENT
;
Mr
.
Winkle
his
having
innocently
placed
himself
in
so
awkward
a
situation
.
Noon
approached
,
and
after
many
adieux
and
promises
to
return
,
he
tore
himself
away
.
