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‘
I
understand
you
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
and
respect
your
delicacy
;
it
shall
never
be
revealed
by
ME
depend
upon
it
.
’
‘
Upon
my
word
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
,
‘
considering
the
situation
in
which
I
am
placed
with
regard
to
yourself
,
you
carry
this
matter
off
with
tolerable
coolness
—
tolerable
coolness
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
Cruel
Mr
.
Magnus
!
’
said
the
middle
-
aged
lady
;
here
she
wept
very
copiously
indeed
.
‘
Address
your
observations
to
me
,
sir
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
I
alone
am
to
blame
,
if
anybody
be
.
’
‘
Oh
!
you
alone
are
to
blame
,
are
you
,
sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
;
‘
I
—
I
—
see
through
this
,
sir
.
You
repent
of
your
determination
now
,
do
you
?
’
‘
My
determination
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Your
determination
,
Sir
.
Oh
!
don
’
t
stare
at
me
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
;
‘
I
recollect
your
words
last
night
,
Sir
.
You
came
down
here
,
sir
,
to
expose
the
treachery
and
falsehood
of
an
individual
on
whose
truth
and
honour
you
had
placed
implicit
reliance
—
eh
?
’
Here
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
indulged
in
a
prolonged
sneer
;
and
taking
off
his
green
spectacles
—
which
he
probably
found
superfluous
in
his
fit
of
jealousy
—
rolled
his
little
eyes
about
,
in
a
manner
frightful
to
behold
.
‘
Eh
?
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
;
and
then
he
repeated
the
sneer
with
increased
effect
.
‘
But
you
shall
answer
it
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Answer
what
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
