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‘
Left
the
house
early
this
morning
,
without
the
slightest
previous
communication
with
me
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
And
is
gone
,
I
know
not
where
.
’
‘
He
should
ha
’
stopped
and
fought
it
out
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
contemptuously
.
‘
It
wouldn
’
t
take
much
to
settle
that
‘
ere
Dowler
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Well
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
may
have
my
doubts
of
his
great
bravery
and
determination
also
.
But
however
that
may
be
,
Mr
.
Winkle
is
gone
.
He
must
be
found
,
Sam
.
Found
and
brought
back
to
me
.
’
‘
And
s
’
pose
he
won
’
t
come
back
,
Sir
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
He
must
be
made
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Who
’
s
to
do
it
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
with
a
smile
.
‘
You
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Wery
good
,
Sir
.
’
With
these
words
Mr
.
Weller
left
the
room
,
and
immediately
afterwards
was
heard
to
shut
the
street
door
.
In
two
hours
’
time
he
returned
with
so
much
coolness
as
if
he
had
been
despatched
on
the
most
ordinary
message
possible
,
and
brought
the
information
that
an
individual
,
in
every
respect
answering
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
description
,
had
gone
over
to
Bristol
that
morning
,
by
the
branch
coach
from
the
Royal
Hotel
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
grasping
his
hand
,
‘
you
’
re
a
capital
fellow
;
an
invaluable
fellow
.
You
must
follow
him
,
Sam
.
’
