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Mr
.
Pickwick
appeared
struck
by
Sam
’
s
remarks
,
for
he
put
the
lantern
into
his
pocket
again
,
and
they
walked
on
in
silence
.
‘
Down
here
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Let
me
lead
the
way
.
This
is
the
lane
,
Sir
.
’
Down
the
lane
they
went
,
and
dark
enough
it
was
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
brought
out
the
lantern
,
once
or
twice
,
as
they
groped
their
way
along
,
and
threw
a
very
brilliant
little
tunnel
of
light
before
them
,
about
a
foot
in
diameter
.
It
was
very
pretty
to
look
at
,
but
seemed
to
have
the
effect
of
rendering
surrounding
objects
rather
darker
than
before
.
At
length
they
arrived
at
the
large
stone
.
Here
Sam
recommended
his
master
and
Mr
.
Winkle
to
seat
themselves
,
while
he
reconnoitred
,
and
ascertained
whether
Mary
was
yet
in
waiting
.
After
an
absence
of
five
or
ten
minutes
,
Sam
returned
to
say
that
the
gate
was
opened
,
and
all
quiet
.
Following
him
with
stealthy
tread
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Winkle
soon
found
themselves
in
the
garden
.
Here
everybody
said
,
‘
Hush
!
’
a
good
many
times
;
and
that
being
done
,
no
one
seemed
to
have
any
very
distinct
apprehension
of
what
was
to
be
done
next
.
‘
Is
Miss
Allen
in
the
garden
yet
,
Mary
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
,
much
agitated
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
sir
,
’
replied
the
pretty
housemaid
.
‘
The
best
thing
to
be
done
,
sir
,
will
be
for
Mr
.
Weller
to
give
you
a
hoist
up
into
the
tree
,
and
perhaps
Mr
.
Pickwick
will
have
the
goodness
to
see
that
nobody
comes
up
the
lane
,
while
I
watch
at
the
other
end
of
the
garden
.
Goodness
gracious
,
what
’
s
that
?
’
‘
That
‘
ere
blessed
lantern
’
ull
be
the
death
on
us
all
,
’
exclaimed
Sam
peevishly
.
‘
Take
care
wot
you
’
re
a
-
doin
’
on
,
sir
;
you
’
re
a
-
sendin
’
a
blaze
o
’
light
,
right
into
the
back
parlour
winder
.
’
‘
Dear
me
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
turning
hastily
aside
,
‘
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
do
that
.
’
‘
Now
,
it
’
s
in
the
next
house
,
sir
,
’
remonstrated
Sam
.
