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He
waited
so
long
without
this
anxiously
-
expected
event
occurring
,
that
he
began
to
think
it
was
not
going
to
take
place
at
all
,
when
he
heard
light
footsteps
upon
the
gravel
,
and
immediately
afterwards
beheld
Arabella
walking
pensively
down
the
garden
.
As
soon
as
she
came
nearly
below
the
tree
,
Sam
began
,
by
way
of
gently
indicating
his
presence
,
to
make
sundry
diabolical
noises
similar
to
those
which
would
probably
be
natural
to
a
person
of
middle
age
who
had
been
afflicted
with
a
combination
of
inflammatory
sore
throat
,
croup
,
and
whooping
-
cough
,
from
his
earliest
infancy
.
Upon
this
,
the
young
lady
cast
a
hurried
glance
towards
the
spot
whence
the
dreadful
sounds
proceeded
;
and
her
previous
alarm
being
not
at
all
diminished
when
she
saw
a
man
among
the
branches
,
she
would
most
certainly
have
decamped
,
and
alarmed
the
house
,
had
not
fear
fortunately
deprived
her
of
the
power
of
moving
,
and
caused
her
to
sink
down
on
a
garden
seat
,
which
happened
by
good
luck
to
be
near
at
hand
.
‘
She
’
s
a
-
goin
’
off
,
’
soliloquised
Sam
in
great
perplexity
.
‘
Wot
a
thing
it
is
,
as
these
here
young
creeturs
will
go
a
-
faintin
’
avay
just
ven
they
oughtn
’
t
to
.
Here
,
young
‘
ooman
,
Miss
Sawbones
,
Mrs
.
Vinkle
,
don
’
t
!
’
Whether
it
was
the
magic
of
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
name
,
or
the
coolness
of
the
open
air
,
or
some
recollection
of
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
voice
,
that
revived
Arabella
,
matters
not
.
She
raised
her
head
and
languidly
inquired
,
‘
Who
’
s
that
,
and
what
do
you
want
?
’
‘
Hush
,
’
said
Sam
,
swinging
himself
on
to
the
wall
,
and
crouching
there
in
as
small
a
compass
as
he
could
reduce
himself
to
,
‘
only
me
,
miss
,
only
me
.
’
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
servant
!
’
said
Arabella
earnestly
.
‘
The
wery
same
,
miss
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Here
’
s
Mr
.
Vinkle
reg
’
larly
sewed
up
vith
desperation
,
miss
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Arabella
,
drawing
nearer
the
wall
.
