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‘
Come
to
take
you
home
to
-
morrow
,
’
replied
Benjamin
.
Mr
.
Winkle
turned
pale
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
see
Bob
Sawyer
,
Arabella
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
,
somewhat
reproachfully
.
Arabella
gracefully
held
out
her
hand
,
in
acknowledgment
of
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
presence
.
A
thrill
of
hatred
struck
to
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
heart
,
as
Bob
Sawyer
inflicted
on
the
proffered
hand
a
perceptible
squeeze
.
‘
Ben
,
dear
!
’
said
Arabella
,
blushing
;
‘
have
—
have
—
you
been
introduced
to
Mr
.
Winkle
?
’
‘
I
have
not
been
,
but
I
shall
be
very
happy
to
be
,
Arabella
,
’
replied
her
brother
gravely
.
Here
Mr
.
Allen
bowed
grimly
to
Mr
.
Winkle
,
while
Mr
.
Winkle
and
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
glanced
mutual
distrust
out
of
the
corners
of
their
eyes
.
The
arrival
of
the
two
new
visitors
,
and
the
consequent
check
upon
Mr
.
Winkle
and
the
young
lady
with
the
fur
round
her
boots
,
would
in
all
probability
have
proved
a
very
unpleasant
interruption
to
the
hilarity
of
the
party
,
had
not
the
cheerfulness
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
the
good
humour
of
the
host
,
been
exerted
to
the
very
utmost
for
the
common
weal
.
Mr
.
Winkle
gradually
insinuated
himself
into
the
good
graces
of
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
,
and
even
joined
in
a
friendly
conversation
with
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
;
who
,
enlivened
with
the
brandy
,
and
the
breakfast
,
and
the
talking
,
gradually
ripened
into
a
state
of
extreme
facetiousness
,
and
related
with
much
glee
an
agreeable
anecdote
,
about
the
removal
of
a
tumour
on
some
gentleman
’
s
head
,
which
he
illustrated
by
means
of
an
oyster
-
knife
and
a
half
-
quartern
loaf
,
to
the
great
edification
of
the
assembled
company
.
Then
the
whole
train
went
to
church
,
where
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
fell
fast
asleep
;
while
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
abstracted
his
thoughts
from
worldly
matters
,
by
the
ingenious
process
of
carving
his
name
on
the
seat
of
the
pew
,
in
corpulent
letters
of
four
inches
long
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
Wardle
,
after
a
substantial
lunch
,
with
the
agreeable
items
of
strong
beer
and
cherry
-
brandy
,
had
been
done
ample
justice
to
,
‘
what
say
you
to
an
hour
on
the
ice
?
We
shall
have
plenty
of
time
.
’
‘
Capital
!
’
said
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
.
‘
Prime
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
