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‘
Really
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
must
throw
myself
on
your
mercy
,
to
tell
me
or
not
,
as
you
may
think
best
;
for
I
should
never
guess
,
if
I
were
to
try
all
night
.
’
‘
Why
,
then
,
he
-
he
-
he
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
,
with
a
bashful
titter
,
‘
what
should
you
think
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
if
I
had
come
down
here
to
make
a
proposal
,
Sir
,
eh
?
He
,
he
,
he
!
’
‘
Think
!
That
you
are
very
likely
to
succeed
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
one
of
his
beaming
smiles
.
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
.
‘
But
do
you
really
think
so
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
?
Do
you
,
though
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
;
but
you
’
re
joking
,
though
.
’
‘
I
am
not
,
indeed
.
’
‘
Why
,
then
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
,
‘
to
let
you
into
a
little
secret
,
I
think
so
too
.
I
don
’
t
mind
telling
you
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
although
I
’
m
dreadful
jealous
by
nature
—
horrid
—
that
the
lady
is
in
this
house
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Magnus
took
off
his
spectacles
,
on
purpose
to
wink
,
and
then
put
them
on
again
.
‘
That
’
s
what
you
were
running
out
of
the
room
for
,
before
dinner
,
then
,
so
often
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
archly
.
‘
Hush
!
Yes
,
you
’
re
right
,
that
was
it
;
not
such
a
fool
as
to
see
her
,
though
.
’
