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Mr
.
Winkle
looked
somewhat
stern
at
this
interruption
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
angrily
requested
his
attendant
not
to
jest
with
one
of
the
best
feelings
of
our
nature
;
to
which
Sam
replied
,
‘
That
he
wouldn
’
t
,
if
he
was
aware
on
it
;
but
there
were
so
many
on
’
em
,
that
he
hardly
know
’
d
which
was
the
best
ones
wen
he
heerd
’
em
mentioned
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
then
recounted
what
had
passed
between
himself
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
relative
to
Arabella
;
stated
that
his
object
was
to
gain
an
interview
with
the
young
lady
,
and
make
a
formal
disclosure
of
his
passion
;
and
declared
his
conviction
,
founded
on
certain
dark
hints
and
mutterings
of
the
aforesaid
Ben
,
that
,
wherever
she
was
at
present
immured
,
it
was
somewhere
near
the
Downs
.
And
this
was
his
whole
stock
of
knowledge
or
suspicion
on
the
subject
.
With
this
very
slight
clue
to
guide
him
,
it
was
determined
that
Mr
.
Weller
should
start
next
morning
on
an
expedition
of
discovery
;
it
was
also
arranged
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Winkle
,
who
were
less
confident
of
their
powers
,
should
parade
the
town
meanwhile
,
and
accidentally
drop
in
upon
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
in
the
course
of
the
day
,
in
the
hope
of
seeing
or
hearing
something
of
the
young
lady
’
s
whereabouts
.
Accordingly
,
next
morning
,
Sam
Weller
issued
forth
upon
his
quest
,
in
no
way
daunted
by
the
very
discouraging
prospect
before
him
;
and
away
he
walked
,
up
one
street
and
down
another
—
we
were
going
to
say
,
up
one
hill
and
down
another
,
only
it
’
s
all
uphill
at
Clifton
—
without
meeting
with
anything
or
anybody
that
tended
to
throw
the
faintest
light
on
the
matter
in
hand
.
Many
were
the
colloquies
into
which
Sam
entered
with
grooms
who
were
airing
horses
on
roads
,
and
nursemaids
who
were
airing
children
in
lanes
;
but
nothing
could
Sam
elicit
from
either
the
first
-
mentioned
or
the
last
,
which
bore
the
slightest
reference
to
the
object
of
his
artfully
-
prosecuted
inquiries
.
There
were
a
great
many
young
ladies
in
a
great
many
houses
,
the
greater
part
whereof
were
shrewdly
suspected
by
the
male
and
female
domestics
to
be
deeply
attached
to
somebody
,
or
perfectly
ready
to
become
so
,
if
opportunity
afforded
.
But
as
none
among
these
young
ladies
was
Miss
Arabella
Allen
,
the
information
left
Sam
at
exactly
the
old
point
of
wisdom
at
which
he
had
stood
before
.
Sam
struggled
across
the
Downs
against
a
good
high
wind
,
wondering
whether
it
was
always
necessary
to
hold
your
hat
on
with
both
hands
in
that
part
of
the
country
,
and
came
to
a
shady
by
-
place
,
about
which
were
sprinkled
several
little
villas
of
quiet
and
secluded
appearance
.
Outside
a
stable
door
at
the
bottom
of
a
long
back
lane
without
a
thoroughfare
,
a
groom
in
undress
was
idling
about
,
apparently
persuading
himself
that
he
was
doing
something
with
a
spade
and
a
wheel
-
barrow
.
We
may
remark
,
in
this
place
,
that
we
have
scarcely
ever
seen
a
groom
near
a
stable
,
in
his
lazy
moments
,
who
has
not
been
,
to
a
greater
or
less
extent
,
the
victim
of
this
singular
delusion
.
Sam
thought
he
might
as
well
talk
to
this
groom
as
to
any
one
else
,
especially
as
he
was
very
tired
with
walking
,
and
there
was
a
good
large
stone
just
opposite
the
wheel
-
barrow
;
so
he
strolled
down
the
lane
,
and
,
seating
himself
on
the
stone
,
opened
a
conversation
with
the
ease
and
freedom
for
which
he
was
remarkable
.
‘
Mornin
’
,
old
friend
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Arternoon
,
you
mean
,
’
replied
the
groom
,
casting
a
surly
look
at
Sam
.
‘
You
’
re
wery
right
,
old
friend
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
I
DO
mean
arternoon
.
How
are
you
?
’
