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‘
Don
’
t
stop
to
ask
questions
,
cast
-
iron
head
,
’
replied
the
long
man
,
with
great
disgust
,
taking
it
for
granted
that
the
inquirer
was
a
footman
;
‘
but
open
the
door
.
’
‘
Come
,
look
sharp
,
timber
eyelids
,
’
added
the
other
encouragingly
.
Mr
.
Winkle
,
being
half
asleep
,
obeyed
the
command
mechanically
,
opened
the
door
a
little
,
and
peeped
out
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
,
was
the
red
glare
of
the
link
-
boy
’
s
torch
.
Startled
by
the
sudden
fear
that
the
house
might
be
on
fire
,
he
hastily
threw
the
door
wide
open
,
and
holding
the
candle
above
his
head
,
stared
eagerly
before
him
,
not
quite
certain
whether
what
he
saw
was
a
sedan
-
chair
or
a
fire
-
engine
.
At
this
instant
there
came
a
violent
gust
of
wind
;
the
light
was
blown
out
;
Mr
.
Winkle
felt
himself
irresistibly
impelled
on
to
the
steps
;
and
the
door
blew
to
,
with
a
loud
crash
.
‘
Well
,
young
man
,
now
you
HAVE
done
it
!
’
said
the
short
chairman
.
Mr
.
Winkle
,
catching
sight
of
a
lady
’
s
face
at
the
window
of
the
sedan
,
turned
hastily
round
,
plied
the
knocker
with
all
his
might
and
main
,
and
called
frantically
upon
the
chairman
to
take
the
chair
away
again
.
‘
Take
it
away
,
take
it
away
,
’
cried
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Here
’
s
somebody
coming
out
of
another
house
;
put
me
into
the
chair
.
Hide
me
!
Do
something
with
me
!
’
All
this
time
he
was
shivering
with
cold
;
and
every
time
he
raised
his
hand
to
the
knocker
,
the
wind
took
the
dressing
-
gown
in
a
most
unpleasant
manner
.
‘
The
people
are
coming
down
the
crescent
now
.
There
are
ladies
with
’
em
;
cover
me
up
with
something
.
Stand
before
me
!
’
roared
Mr
.
Winkle
.
But
the
chairmen
were
too
much
exhausted
with
laughing
to
afford
him
the
slightest
assistance
,
and
the
ladies
were
every
moment
approaching
nearer
and
nearer
.
Mr
.
Winkle
gave
a
last
hopeless
knock
;
the
ladies
were
only
a
few
doors
off
.
He
threw
away
the
extinguished
candle
,
which
,
all
this
time
he
had
held
above
his
head
,
and
fairly
bolted
into
the
sedan
-
chair
where
Mrs
.
Dowler
was
.
