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‘
A
strange
man
!
’
shrieked
the
lady
.
Another
instant
and
the
house
would
be
alarmed
.
Her
garments
rustled
as
she
rushed
towards
the
door
.
‘
Ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
thrusting
out
his
head
.
in
the
extremity
of
his
desperation
,
‘
ma
’
am
!
’
Now
,
although
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
not
actuated
by
any
definite
object
in
putting
out
his
head
,
it
was
instantaneously
productive
of
a
good
effect
.
The
lady
,
as
we
have
already
stated
,
was
near
the
door
.
She
must
pass
it
,
to
reach
the
staircase
,
and
she
would
most
undoubtedly
have
done
so
by
this
time
,
had
not
the
sudden
apparition
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
nightcap
driven
her
back
into
the
remotest
corner
of
the
apartment
,
where
she
stood
staring
wildly
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
while
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
his
turn
stared
wildly
at
her
.
‘
Wretch
,
’
said
the
lady
,
covering
her
eyes
with
her
hands
,
‘
what
do
you
want
here
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
ma
’
am
;
nothing
whatever
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
earnestly
.
‘
Nothing
!
’
said
the
lady
,
looking
up
.
‘
Nothing
,
ma
’
am
,
upon
my
honour
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
nodding
his
head
so
energetically
,
that
the
tassel
of
his
nightcap
danced
again
.
‘
I
am
almost
ready
to
sink
,
ma
’
am
,
beneath
the
confusion
of
addressing
a
lady
in
my
nightcap
(
here
the
lady
hastily
snatched
off
hers
)
,
but
I
can
’
t
get
it
off
,
ma
’
am
(
here
Mr
.
Pickwick
gave
it
a
tremendous
tug
,
in
proof
of
the
statement
)
.
It
is
evident
to
me
,
ma
’
am
,
now
,
that
I
have
mistaken
this
bedroom
for
my
own
.
I
had
not
been
here
five
minutes
,
ma
’
am
,
when
you
suddenly
entered
it
.
’
‘
If
this
improbable
story
be
really
true
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
lady
,
sobbing
violently
,
‘
you
will
leave
it
instantly
.
’
