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‘
Hush
,
hush
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
and
as
he
assisted
Mr
.
Pickwick
to
dress
,
he
detailed
the
plan
of
action
on
which
he
proposed
to
enter
.
‘
But
when
is
this
to
be
done
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
All
in
good
time
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
Whether
it
was
done
in
good
time
,
or
not
,
will
be
seen
hereafter
.
When
Mr
.
Pickwick
descended
to
the
room
in
which
he
and
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
had
spent
the
preceding
evening
,
he
found
that
gentleman
with
the
major
part
of
the
contents
of
the
two
bags
,
the
leathern
hat
-
box
,
and
the
brown
-
paper
parcel
,
displaying
to
all
possible
advantage
on
his
person
,
while
he
himself
was
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
in
a
state
of
the
utmost
excitement
and
agitation
.
‘
Good
-
morning
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
.
‘
What
do
you
think
of
this
,
Sir
?
’
‘
Very
effective
indeed
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
surveying
the
garments
of
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
with
a
good
-
natured
smile
.
‘
Yes
,
I
think
it
’
ll
do
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
Sir
,
I
have
sent
up
my
card
.
’
‘
Have
you
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
And
the
waiter
brought
back
word
,
that
she
would
see
me
at
eleven
—
at
eleven
,
Sir
;
it
only
wants
a
quarter
now
.
’
