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‘
It
may
seem
wery
strange
talkin
’
to
me
about
these
here
affairs
,
miss
,
’
said
Sam
,
with
great
vehemence
;
‘
but
all
I
can
say
is
,
that
I
’
m
not
only
ready
but
villin
’
to
do
anythin
’
as
’
ll
make
matters
agreeable
;
and
if
chuckin
’
either
o
’
them
sawboneses
out
o
’
winder
’
ull
do
it
,
I
’
m
the
man
.
’
As
Sam
Weller
said
this
,
he
tucked
up
his
wristbands
,
at
the
imminent
hazard
of
falling
off
the
wall
in
so
doing
,
to
intimate
his
readiness
to
set
to
work
immediately
.
Flattering
as
these
professions
of
good
feeling
were
,
Arabella
resolutely
declined
(
most
unaccountably
,
as
Sam
thought
)
to
avail
herself
of
them
.
For
some
time
she
strenuously
refused
to
grant
Mr
.
Winkle
the
interview
Sam
had
so
pathetically
requested
;
but
at
length
,
when
the
conversation
threatened
to
be
interrupted
by
the
unwelcome
arrival
of
a
third
party
,
she
hurriedly
gave
him
to
understand
,
with
many
professions
of
gratitude
,
that
it
was
barely
possible
she
might
be
in
the
garden
an
hour
later
,
next
evening
.
Sam
understood
this
perfectly
well
;
and
Arabella
,
bestowing
upon
him
one
of
her
sweetest
smiles
,
tripped
gracefully
away
,
leaving
Mr
.
Weller
in
a
state
of
very
great
admiration
of
her
charms
,
both
personal
and
mental
.
Having
descended
in
safety
from
the
wall
,
and
not
forgotten
to
devote
a
few
moments
to
his
own
particular
business
in
the
same
department
,
Mr
.
Weller
then
made
the
best
of
his
way
back
to
the
Bush
,
where
his
prolonged
absence
had
occasioned
much
speculation
and
some
alarm
.
‘
We
must
be
careful
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
listening
attentively
to
Sam
’
s
tale
,
‘
not
for
our
sakes
,
but
for
that
of
the
young
lady
.
We
must
be
very
cautious
.
’
‘
WE
!
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
with
marked
emphasis
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
momentary
look
of
indignation
at
the
tone
of
this
remark
,
subsided
into
his
characteristic
expression
of
benevolence
,
as
he
replied
—
‘
WE
,
Sir
!
I
shall
accompany
you
.
’
‘
You
!
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
I
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
mildly
.
‘
In
affording
you
this
interview
,
the
young
lady
has
taken
a
natural
,
perhaps
,
but
still
a
very
imprudent
step
.
If
I
am
present
at
the
meeting
—
a
mutual
friend
,
who
is
old
enough
to
be
the
father
of
both
parties
—
the
voice
of
calumny
can
never
be
raised
against
her
hereafter
.
’
