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‘
Mr
.
Winkle
,
Sir
.
Be
calm
.
Don
’
t
strike
me
.
I
won
’
t
bear
it
.
A
blow
!
Never
!
’
said
Mr
.
Dowler
,
looking
meeker
than
Mr
.
Winkle
had
expected
in
a
gentleman
of
his
ferocity
.
‘
A
blow
,
Sir
?
’
stammered
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
A
blow
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Dowler
.
‘
Compose
your
feelings
.
Sit
down
.
Hear
me
.
’
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
trembling
from
head
to
foot
,
‘
before
I
consent
to
sit
down
beside
,
or
opposite
you
,
without
the
presence
of
a
waiter
,
I
must
be
secured
by
some
further
understanding
.
You
used
a
threat
against
me
last
night
,
Sir
,
a
dreadful
threat
,
Sir
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Winkle
turned
very
pale
indeed
,
and
stopped
short
.
‘
I
did
,
’
said
Dowler
,
with
a
countenance
almost
as
white
as
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
.
‘
Circumstances
were
suspicious
.
They
have
been
explained
.
I
respect
your
bravery
.
Your
feeling
is
upright
.
Conscious
innocence
.
There
’
s
my
hand
.
Grasp
it
.
’
‘
Really
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
hesitating
whether
to
give
his
hand
or
not
,
and
almost
fearing
that
it
was
demanded
in
order
that
he
might
be
taken
at
an
advantage
,
‘
really
,
Sir
,
I
—
’
‘
I
know
what
you
mean
,
’
interposed
Dowler
.
‘
You
feel
aggrieved
.
Very
natural
.
So
should
I
.
I
was
wrong
.
I
beg
your
pardon
.
Be
friendly
.
Forgive
me
.
’
With
this
,
Dowler
fairly
forced
his
hand
upon
Mr
.
Winkle
,
and
shaking
it
with
the
utmost
vehemence
,
declared
he
was
a
fellow
of
extreme
spirit
,
and
he
had
a
higher
opinion
of
him
than
ever
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
Dowler
,
‘
sit
down
.
Relate
it
all
.
How
did
you
find
me
?
When
did
you
follow
?
Be
frank
.
Tell
me
.
’
