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‘
My
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
over
the
wall
,
and
catching
sight
of
Arabella
,
on
the
other
side
,
‘
don
’
t
be
frightened
,
my
dear
,
it
’
s
only
me
.
’
‘
Oh
,
pray
go
away
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
said
Arabella
.
‘
Tell
them
all
to
go
away
.
I
am
so
dreadfully
frightened
.
Dear
,
dear
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
don
’
t
stop
there
.
You
’
ll
fall
down
and
kill
yourself
,
I
know
you
will
.
’
‘
Now
,
pray
don
’
t
alarm
yourself
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
soothingly
.
‘
There
is
not
the
least
cause
for
fear
,
I
assure
you
.
Stand
firm
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
down
.
‘
All
right
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Don
’
t
be
longer
than
you
can
conweniently
help
,
sir
.
You
’
re
rayther
heavy
.
’
‘
Only
another
moment
,
Sam
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
merely
wished
you
to
know
,
my
dear
,
that
I
should
not
have
allowed
my
young
friend
to
see
you
in
this
clandestine
way
,
if
the
situation
in
which
you
are
placed
had
left
him
any
alternative
;
and
,
lest
the
impropriety
of
this
step
should
cause
you
any
uneasiness
,
my
love
,
it
may
be
a
satisfaction
to
you
,
to
know
that
I
am
present
.
That
’
s
all
,
my
dear
.
’
‘
Indeed
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
for
your
kindness
and
consideration
,
’
replied
Arabella
,
drying
her
tears
with
her
handkerchief
.
She
would
probably
have
said
much
more
,
had
not
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
head
disappeared
with
great
swiftness
,
in
consequence
of
a
false
step
on
Sam
’
s
shoulder
which
brought
him
suddenly
to
the
ground
.
He
was
up
again
in
an
instant
however
;
and
bidding
Mr
.
Winkle
make
haste
and
get
the
interview
over
,
ran
out
into
the
lane
to
keep
watch
,
with
all
the
courage
and
ardour
of
youth
.
Mr
.
Winkle
himself
,
inspired
by
the
occasion
,
was
on
the
wall
in
a
moment
,
merely
pausing
to
request
Sam
to
be
careful
of
his
master
.
‘
I
’
ll
take
care
on
him
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Leave
him
to
me
.
’
‘
Where
is
he
?
What
’
s
he
doing
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Bless
his
old
gaiters
,
’
rejoined
Sam
,
looking
out
at
the
garden
door
.
‘
He
’
s
a
-
keepin
’
guard
in
the
lane
vith
that
‘
ere
dark
lantern
,
like
a
amiable
Guy
Fawkes
!
I
never
see
such
a
fine
creetur
in
my
days
.
