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‘
I
will
,
ma
’
am
,
with
the
greatest
pleasure
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Instantly
,
sir
,
’
said
the
lady
.
‘
Certainly
,
ma
’
am
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
very
quickly
.
‘
Certainly
,
ma
’
am
.
I
—
I
—
am
very
sorry
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
making
his
appearance
at
the
bottom
of
the
bed
,
‘
to
have
been
the
innocent
occasion
of
this
alarm
and
emotion
;
deeply
sorry
,
ma
’
am
.
’
The
lady
pointed
to
the
door
.
One
excellent
quality
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
character
was
beautifully
displayed
at
this
moment
,
under
the
most
trying
circumstances
.
Although
he
had
hastily
Put
on
his
hat
over
his
nightcap
,
after
the
manner
of
the
old
patrol
;
although
he
carried
his
shoes
and
gaiters
in
his
hand
,
and
his
coat
and
waistcoat
over
his
arm
;
nothing
could
subdue
his
native
politeness
.
‘
I
am
exceedingly
sorry
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
bowing
very
low
.
‘
If
you
are
,
Sir
,
you
will
at
once
leave
the
room
,
’
said
the
lady
.
‘
Immediately
,
ma
’
am
;
this
instant
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
opening
the
door
,
and
dropping
both
his
shoes
with
a
crash
in
so
doing
.
‘
I
trust
,
ma
’
am
,
’
resumed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
gathering
up
his
shoes
,
and
turning
round
to
bow
again
—
‘
I
trust
,
ma
’
am
,
that
my
unblemished
character
,
and
the
devoted
respect
I
entertain
for
your
sex
,
will
plead
as
some
slight
excuse
for
this
—
’
But
before
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
conclude
the
sentence
,
the
lady
had
thrust
him
into
the
passage
,
and
locked
and
bolted
the
door
behind
him
.
Whatever
grounds
of
self
-
congratulation
Mr
.
Pickwick
might
have
for
having
escaped
so
quietly
from
his
late
awkward
situation
,
his
present
position
was
by
no
means
enviable
.
He
was
alone
,
in
an
open
passage
,
in
a
strange
house
in
the
middle
of
the
night
,
half
dressed
;
it
was
not
to
be
supposed
that
he
could
find
his
way
in
perfect
darkness
to
a
room
which
he
had
been
wholly
unable
to
discover
with
a
light
,
and
if
he
made
the
slightest
noise
in
his
fruitless
attempts
to
do
so
,
he
stood
every
chance
of
being
shot
at
,
and
perhaps
killed
,
by
some
wakeful
traveller
.
He
had
no
resource
but
to
remain
where
he
was
until
daylight
appeared
.
So
after
groping
his
way
a
few
paces
down
the
passage
,
and
,
to
his
infinite
alarm
,
stumbling
over
several
pairs
of
boots
in
so
doing
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
crouched
into
a
little
recess
in
the
wall
,
to
wait
for
morning
,
as
philosophically
as
he
might
.
