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‘
Pray
,
Mr
.
Winkle
,
do
you
remember
calling
on
the
defendant
Pickwick
at
these
apartments
in
the
plaintiff
’
s
house
in
Goswell
Street
,
on
one
particular
morning
,
in
the
month
of
July
last
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
do
.
’
‘
Were
you
accompanied
on
that
occasion
by
a
friend
of
the
name
of
Tupman
,
and
another
by
the
name
of
Snodgrass
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
was
.
’
‘
Are
they
here
?
’
‘
Yes
,
they
are
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
,
looking
very
earnestly
towards
the
spot
where
his
friends
were
stationed
.
‘
Pray
attend
to
me
,
Mr
.
Winkle
,
and
never
mind
your
friends
,
’
said
Mr
.
Skimpin
,
with
another
expressive
look
at
the
jury
.
‘
They
must
tell
their
stories
without
any
previous
consultation
with
you
,
if
none
has
yet
taken
place
(
another
look
at
the
jury
)
.
Now
,
Sir
,
tell
the
gentlemen
of
the
jury
what
you
saw
on
entering
the
defendant
’
s
room
,
on
this
particular
morning
.
Come
;
out
with
it
,
Sir
;
we
must
have
it
,
sooner
or
later
.
’
‘
The
defendant
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
was
holding
the
plaintiff
in
his
arms
,
with
his
hands
clasping
her
waist
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
with
natural
hesitation
,
‘
and
the
plaintiff
appeared
to
have
fainted
away
.
’
‘
Did
you
hear
the
defendant
say
anything
?
’
‘
I
heard
him
call
Mrs
.
Bardell
a
good
creature
,
and
I
heard
him
ask
her
to
compose
herself
,
for
what
a
situation
it
was
,
if
anybody
should
come
,
or
words
to
that
effect
.
’
