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Immediately
on
the
magistrate
ceasing
to
speak
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
smile
mantling
on
his
again
good
-
humoured
countenance
,
stepped
forward
,
and
said
—
‘
I
beg
the
magistrate
’
s
pardon
,
but
may
I
request
a
few
minutes
’
private
conversation
with
him
,
on
a
matter
of
deep
importance
to
himself
?
’
‘
What
?
’
said
the
magistrate
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
repeated
his
request
.
‘
This
is
a
most
extraordinary
request
,
’
said
the
magistrate
.
‘
A
private
interview
?
’
‘
A
private
interview
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
firmly
;
‘
only
,
as
a
part
of
the
information
which
I
wish
to
communicate
is
derived
from
my
servant
,
I
should
wish
him
to
be
present
.
’
The
magistrate
looked
at
Mr
.
Jinks
;
Mr
.
Jinks
looked
at
the
magistrate
;
the
officers
looked
at
each
other
in
amazement
.
Mr
.
Nupkins
turned
suddenly
pale
.
Could
the
man
Weller
,
in
a
moment
of
remorse
,
have
divulged
some
secret
conspiracy
for
his
assassination
?
It
was
a
dreadful
thought
.
He
was
a
public
man
;
and
he
turned
paler
,
as
he
thought
of
Julius
Caesar
and
Mr
.
Perceval
.
The
magistrate
looked
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
again
,
and
beckoned
Mr
.
Jinks
.
‘
What
do
you
think
of
this
request
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
murmured
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
Mr
.
Jinks
,
who
didn
’
t
exactly
know
what
to
think
of
it
,
and
was
afraid
he
might
offend
,
smiled
feebly
,
after
a
dubious
fashion
,
and
,
screwing
up
the
corners
of
his
mouth
,
shook
his
head
slowly
from
side
to
side
.
