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He
was
not
destined
,
however
,
to
undergo
this
additional
trial
of
patience
;
for
he
had
not
been
long
ensconced
in
his
present
concealment
when
,
to
his
unspeakable
horror
,
a
man
,
bearing
a
light
,
appeared
at
the
end
of
the
passage
.
His
horror
was
suddenly
converted
into
joy
,
however
,
when
he
recognised
the
form
of
his
faithful
attendant
.
It
was
indeed
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
who
after
sitting
up
thus
late
,
in
conversation
with
the
boots
,
who
was
sitting
up
for
the
mail
,
was
now
about
to
retire
to
rest
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
suddenly
appearing
before
him
,
‘
where
’
s
my
bedroom
?
’
Mr
.
Weller
stared
at
his
master
with
the
most
emphatic
surprise
;
and
it
was
not
until
the
question
had
been
repeated
three
several
times
,
that
he
turned
round
,
and
led
the
way
to
the
long
-
sought
apartment
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
he
got
into
bed
,
‘
I
have
made
one
of
the
most
extraordinary
mistakes
to
-
night
,
that
ever
were
heard
of
.
’
‘
Wery
likely
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
drily
.
‘
But
of
this
I
am
determined
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
that
if
I
were
to
stop
in
this
house
for
six
months
,
I
would
never
trust
myself
about
it
,
alone
,
again
.
’
‘
That
’
s
the
wery
prudentest
resolution
as
you
could
come
to
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
You
rayther
want
somebody
to
look
arter
you
,
Sir
,
when
your
judgment
goes
out
a
wisitin
’
.
’
‘
What
do
you
mean
by
that
,
Sam
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
He
raised
himself
in
bed
,
and
extended
his
hand
,
as
if
he
were
about
to
say
something
more
;
but
suddenly
checking
himself
,
turned
round
,
and
bade
his
valet
‘
Good
-
night
.
’
‘
Good
-
night
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
