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Now
,
Mrs
.
Craddock
had
heard
the
knocking
and
the
voices
at
last
;
and
,
only
waiting
to
put
something
smarter
on
her
head
than
her
nightcap
,
ran
down
into
the
front
drawing
-
room
to
make
sure
that
it
was
the
right
party
.
Throwing
up
the
window
-
sash
as
Mr
.
Winkle
was
rushing
into
the
chair
,
she
no
sooner
caught
sight
of
what
was
going
forward
below
,
than
she
raised
a
vehement
and
dismal
shriek
,
and
implored
Mr
.
Dowler
to
get
up
directly
,
for
his
wife
was
running
away
with
another
gentleman
.
Upon
this
,
Mr
.
Dowler
bounced
off
the
bed
as
abruptly
as
an
India
-
rubber
ball
,
and
rushing
into
the
front
room
,
arrived
at
one
window
just
as
Mr
.
Pickwick
threw
up
the
other
,
when
the
first
object
that
met
the
gaze
of
both
,
was
Mr
.
Winkle
bolting
into
the
sedan
-
chair
.
‘
Watchman
,
’
shouted
Dowler
furiously
,
‘
stop
him
—
hold
him
—
keep
him
tight
—
shut
him
in
,
till
I
come
down
.
I
’
ll
cut
his
throat
—
give
me
a
knife
—
from
ear
to
ear
,
Mrs
.
Craddock
—
I
will
!
’
And
breaking
from
the
shrieking
landlady
,
and
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
the
indignant
husband
seized
a
small
supper
-
knife
,
and
tore
into
the
street
.
But
Mr
.
Winkle
didn
’
t
wait
for
him
He
no
sooner
heard
the
horrible
threat
of
the
valorous
Dowler
,
than
he
bounced
out
of
the
sedan
,
quite
as
quickly
as
he
had
bounced
in
,
and
throwing
off
his
slippers
into
the
road
,
took
to
his
heels
and
tore
round
the
crescent
,
hotly
pursued
by
Dowler
and
the
watchman
.
He
kept
ahead
;
the
door
was
open
as
he
came
round
the
second
time
;
he
rushed
in
,
slammed
it
in
Dowler
’
s
face
,
mounted
to
his
bedroom
,
locked
the
door
,
piled
a
wash
-
hand
-
stand
,
chest
of
drawers
,
and
a
table
against
it
,
and
packed
up
a
few
necessaries
ready
for
flight
with
the
first
ray
of
morning
.
Dowler
came
up
to
the
outside
of
the
door
;
avowed
,
through
the
keyhole
,
his
steadfast
determination
of
cutting
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
throat
next
day
;
and
,
after
a
great
confusion
of
voices
in
the
drawing
-
room
,
amidst
which
that
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
distinctly
heard
endeavouring
to
make
peace
,
the
inmates
dispersed
to
their
several
bed
-
chambers
,
and
all
was
quiet
once
more
.
It
is
not
unlikely
that
the
inquiry
may
be
made
,
where
Mr
.
Weller
was
,
all
this
time
?
We
will
state
where
he
was
,
in
the
next
chapter
.
‘
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Craddock
,
upon
the
morning
of
this
very
eventful
day
,
‘
here
’
s
a
letter
for
you
.
’
‘
Wery
odd
that
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
I
’
m
afeerd
there
must
be
somethin
’
the
matter
,
for
I
don
’
t
recollect
any
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
in
my
circle
of
acquaintance
as
is
capable
o
’
writin
’
one
.
’
‘
Perhaps
something
uncommon
has
taken
place
,
’
observed
Mrs
.
Craddock
.
‘
It
must
be
somethin
’
wery
uncommon
indeed
,
as
could
perduce
a
letter
out
o
’
any
friend
o
’
mine
,
’
replied
Sam
,
shaking
his
head
dubiously
;
‘
nothin
’
less
than
a
nat
’
ral
conwulsion
,
as
the
young
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
observed
ven
he
wos
took
with
fits
.
It
can
’
t
be
from
the
gov
’
ner
,
’
said
Sam
,
looking
at
the
direction
.
‘
He
always
prints
,
I
know
,
‘
cos
he
learnt
writin
’
from
the
large
bills
in
the
booking
-
offices
.
It
’
s
a
wery
strange
thing
now
,
where
this
here
letter
can
ha
’
come
from
.
’
