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‘
Congratulate
me
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
I
followed
your
advice
to
the
very
letter
.
’
‘
And
it
was
all
correct
,
was
it
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
It
was
,
Sir
.
Could
not
possibly
have
been
better
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Magnus
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
she
is
mine
.
’
‘
I
congratulate
you
,
with
all
my
heart
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
warmly
shaking
his
new
friend
by
the
hand
.
‘
You
must
see
her
.
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
;
‘
this
way
,
if
you
please
.
Excuse
us
for
one
instant
,
gentlemen
.
’
Hurrying
on
in
this
way
,
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
drew
Mr
.
Pickwick
from
the
room
.
He
paused
at
the
next
door
in
the
passage
,
and
tapped
gently
thereat
.
‘
Come
in
,
’
said
a
female
voice
.
And
in
they
went
.
‘
Miss
Witherfield
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
,
‘
allow
me
to
introduce
my
very
particular
friend
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
I
beg
to
make
you
known
to
Miss
Witherfield
.
’
The
lady
was
at
the
upper
end
of
the
room
.
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
bowed
,
he
took
his
spectacles
from
his
waistcoat
pocket
,
and
put
them
on
;
a
process
which
he
had
no
sooner
gone
through
,
than
,
uttering
an
exclamation
of
surprise
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
retreated
several
paces
,
and
the
lady
,
with
a
half
-
suppressed
scream
,
hid
her
face
in
her
hands
,
and
dropped
into
a
chair
;
whereupon
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
was
stricken
motionless
on
the
spot
,
and
gazed
from
one
to
the
other
,
with
a
countenance
expressive
of
the
extremities
of
horror
and
surprise
.
This
certainly
was
,
to
all
appearance
,
very
unaccountable
behaviour
;
but
the
fact
is
,
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
no
sooner
put
on
his
spectacles
,
than
he
at
once
recognised
in
the
future
Mrs
.
Magnus
the
lady
into
whose
room
he
had
so
unwarrantably
intruded
on
the
previous
night
;
and
the
spectacles
had
no
sooner
crossed
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
nose
,
than
the
lady
at
once
identified
the
countenance
which
she
had
seen
surrounded
by
all
the
horrors
of
a
nightcap
.
So
the
lady
screamed
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
started
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Magnus
,
lost
in
astonishment
,
‘
what
is
the
meaning
of
this
,
Sir
?
What
is
the
meaning
of
it
,
Sir
?
’
added
Mr
.
Magnus
,
in
a
threatening
,
and
a
louder
tone
.
