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As
the
real
state
of
the
case
dawned
upon
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
mind
,
he
looked
very
terrible
,
and
said
he
was
perfectly
satisfied
;
but
at
the
same
time
,
said
so
with
an
air
that
left
Mr
.
Dowler
no
alternative
but
to
infer
that
if
he
had
not
been
,
something
most
horrible
and
destructive
must
inevitably
have
occurred
.
Mr
.
Dowler
appeared
to
be
impressed
with
a
becoming
sense
of
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
magnanimity
and
condescension
;
and
the
two
belligerents
parted
for
the
night
,
with
many
protestations
of
eternal
friendship
.
About
half
-
past
twelve
o
’
clock
,
when
Mr
.
Winkle
had
been
revelling
some
twenty
minutes
in
the
full
luxury
of
his
first
sleep
,
he
was
suddenly
awakened
by
a
loud
knocking
at
his
chamber
door
,
which
,
being
repeated
with
increased
vehemence
,
caused
him
to
start
up
in
bed
,
and
inquire
who
was
there
,
and
what
the
matter
was
.
‘
Please
,
Sir
,
here
’
s
a
young
man
which
says
he
must
see
you
directly
,
’
responded
the
voice
of
the
chambermaid
.
‘
A
young
man
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
No
mistake
about
that
‘
ere
,
Sir
,
’
replied
another
voice
through
the
keyhole
;
‘
and
if
that
wery
same
interestin
’
young
creetur
ain
’
t
let
in
vithout
delay
,
it
’
s
wery
possible
as
his
legs
vill
enter
afore
his
countenance
.
’
The
young
man
gave
a
gentle
kick
at
one
of
the
lower
panels
of
the
door
,
after
he
had
given
utterance
to
this
hint
,
as
if
to
add
force
and
point
to
the
remark
.
‘
Is
that
you
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
,
springing
out
of
bed
.
‘
Quite
unpossible
to
identify
any
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
vith
any
degree
o
’
mental
satisfaction
,
vithout
lookin
’
at
him
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
voice
dogmatically
.
Mr
.
Winkle
,
not
much
doubting
who
the
young
man
was
,
unlocked
the
door
;
which
he
had
no
sooner
done
than
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
entered
with
great
precipitation
,
and
carefully
relocking
it
on
the
inside
,
deliberately
put
the
key
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
;
and
,
after
surveying
Mr
.
Winkle
from
head
to
foot
,
said
—
‘
You
’
re
a
wery
humorous
young
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
you
air
,
Sir
!
’
