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Upon
this
,
the
women
set
up
a
loud
and
dismal
screaming
;
and
rushing
in
small
parties
before
their
favourite
brothers
,
flung
their
arms
around
them
to
preserve
them
from
danger
.
An
instance
of
affection
,
which
had
nearly
proved
fatal
to
Humm
,
who
,
being
extremely
popular
,
was
all
but
suffocated
,
by
the
crowd
of
female
devotees
that
hung
about
his
neck
,
and
heaped
caresses
upon
him
.
The
greater
part
of
the
lights
were
quickly
put
out
,
and
nothing
but
noise
and
confusion
resounded
on
all
sides
.
‘
Now
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
taking
off
his
greatcoat
with
much
deliberation
,
‘
just
you
step
out
,
and
fetch
in
a
watchman
’
‘
And
wot
are
you
a
-
goin
’
to
do
,
the
while
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Never
you
mind
me
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
;
‘
I
shall
ockipy
myself
in
havin
’
a
small
settlement
with
that
‘
ere
Stiggins
.
’
Before
Sam
could
interfere
to
prevent
it
,
his
heroic
parent
had
penetrated
into
a
remote
corner
of
the
room
,
and
attacked
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
with
manual
dexterity
.
‘
Come
off
!
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Come
on
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Weller
;
and
without
further
invitation
he
gave
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
a
preliminary
tap
on
the
head
,
and
began
dancing
round
him
in
a
buoyant
and
cork
-
like
manner
,
which
in
a
gentleman
at
his
time
of
life
was
a
perfect
marvel
to
behold
.
Finding
all
remonstrances
unavailing
,
Sam
pulled
his
hat
firmly
on
,
threw
his
father
’
s
coat
over
his
arm
,
and
taking
the
old
man
round
the
waist
,
forcibly
dragged
him
down
the
ladder
,
and
into
the
street
;
never
releasing
his
hold
,
or
permitting
him
to
stop
,
until
they
reached
the
corner
.
As
they
gained
it
,
they
could
hear
the
shouts
of
the
populace
,
who
were
witnessing
the
removal
of
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
to
strong
lodgings
for
the
night
,
and
could
hear
the
noise
occasioned
by
the
dispersion
in
various
directions
of
the
members
of
the
Brick
Lane
Branch
of
the
United
Grand
Junction
Ebenezer
Temperance
Association
.
‘
I
wonder
what
the
foreman
of
the
jury
,
whoever
he
’
ll
be
,
has
got
for
breakfast
,
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
by
way
of
keeping
up
a
conversation
on
the
eventful
morning
of
the
fourteenth
of
February
.
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Perker
,
‘
I
hope
he
’
s
got
a
good
one
.
’
‘
Why
so
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
