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Mr
.
Winkle
was
too
anxious
to
hear
what
was
to
follow
to
express
much
wonderment
at
this
extraordinary
coincidence
,
marvellous
as
it
was
;
so
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
after
a
tear
or
two
,
went
on
to
say
that
,
notwithstanding
all
his
esteem
and
respect
and
veneration
for
his
friend
,
Arabella
had
unaccountably
and
undutifully
evinced
the
most
determined
antipathy
to
his
person
.
‘
And
I
think
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
in
conclusion
.
‘
I
think
there
’
s
a
prior
attachment
.
’
‘
Have
you
any
idea
who
the
object
of
it
might
be
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Winkle
,
with
great
trepidation
.
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
seized
the
poker
,
flourished
it
in
a
warlike
manner
above
his
head
,
inflicted
a
savage
blow
on
an
imaginary
skull
,
and
wound
up
by
saying
,
in
a
very
expressive
manner
,
that
he
only
wished
he
could
guess
;
that
was
all
.
‘
I
’
d
show
him
what
I
thought
of
him
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
.
And
round
went
the
poker
again
,
more
fiercely
than
before
.
All
this
was
,
of
course
,
very
soothing
to
the
feelings
of
Mr
.
Winkle
,
who
remained
silent
for
a
few
minutes
;
but
at
length
mustered
up
resolution
to
inquire
whether
Miss
Allen
was
in
Kent
.
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
laying
aside
the
poker
,
and
looking
very
cunning
;
‘
I
didn
’
t
think
Wardle
’
s
exactly
the
place
for
a
headstrong
girl
;
so
,
as
I
am
her
natural
protector
and
guardian
,
our
parents
being
dead
,
I
have
brought
her
down
into
this
part
of
the
country
to
spend
a
few
months
at
an
old
aunt
’
s
,
in
a
nice
,
dull
,
close
place
.
I
think
that
will
cure
her
,
my
boy
.
If
it
doesn
’
t
,
I
’
ll
take
her
abroad
for
a
little
while
,
and
see
what
that
’
ll
do
.
’
‘
Oh
,
the
aunt
’
s
is
in
Bristol
,
is
it
?
’
faltered
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
No
,
no
,
not
in
Bristol
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
jerking
his
thumb
over
his
right
shoulder
;
‘
over
that
way
—
down
there
.
But
,
hush
,
here
’
s
Bob
.
Not
a
word
,
my
dear
friend
,
not
a
word
.
’
