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‘
Yes
,
I
am
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Yes
,
you
are
.
And
why
couldn
’
t
you
say
that
at
once
,
Sir
?
Perhaps
you
know
the
plaintiff
too
?
Eh
,
Mr
.
Winkle
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
her
;
I
’
ve
seen
her
.
’
‘
Oh
,
you
don
’
t
know
her
,
but
you
’
ve
seen
her
?
Now
,
have
the
goodness
to
tell
the
gentlemen
of
the
jury
what
you
mean
by
that
,
Mr
.
Winkle
.
’
‘
I
mean
that
I
am
not
intimate
with
her
,
but
I
have
seen
her
when
I
went
to
call
on
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
in
Goswell
Street
.
’
‘
How
often
have
you
seen
her
,
Sir
?
’
‘
How
often
?
’
‘
Yes
,
Mr
.
Winkle
,
how
often
?
I
’
ll
repeat
the
question
for
you
a
dozen
times
,
if
you
require
it
,
Sir
.
’
And
the
learned
gentleman
,
with
a
firm
and
steady
frown
,
placed
his
hands
on
his
hips
,
and
smiled
suspiciously
to
the
jury
.
On
this
question
there
arose
the
edifying
brow
-
beating
,
customary
on
such
points
.
First
of
all
,
Mr
.
Winkle
said
it
was
quite
impossible
for
him
to
say
how
many
times
he
had
seen
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
Then
he
was
asked
if
he
had
seen
her
twenty
times
,
to
which
he
replied
,
‘
Certainly
—
more
than
that
.
’
Then
he
was
asked
whether
he
hadn
’
t
seen
her
a
hundred
times
—
whether
he
couldn
’
t
swear
that
he
had
seen
her
more
than
fifty
times
—
whether
he
didn
’
t
know
that
he
had
seen
her
at
least
seventy
-
five
times
,
and
so
forth
;
the
satisfactory
conclusion
which
was
arrived
at
,
at
last
,
being
,
that
he
had
better
take
care
of
himself
,
and
mind
what
he
was
about
.
The
witness
having
been
by
these
means
reduced
to
the
requisite
ebb
of
nervous
perplexity
,
the
examination
was
continued
as
follows
—
