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‘
Hollo
,
sir
!
’
responded
Sam
,
looking
up
.
‘
Wot
’
s
the
matter
,
Sir
?
’
‘
I
had
hoped
,
Sam
,
that
—
Nothing
,
nothing
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
precipitately
.
There
was
something
so
very
abrupt
and
unsettled
in
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
manner
,
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
involuntarily
looked
at
his
two
friends
for
an
explanation
.
‘
We
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
answering
this
mute
appeal
aloud
.
‘
He
has
been
much
excited
for
two
days
past
,
and
his
whole
demeanour
very
unlike
what
it
usually
is
.
We
feared
there
must
be
something
the
matter
,
but
he
resolutely
denies
it
.
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
colouring
beneath
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
gaze
;
‘
there
is
really
nothing
.
I
assure
you
there
is
nothing
,
my
dear
sir
.
It
will
be
necessary
for
me
to
leave
town
,
for
a
short
time
,
on
private
business
,
and
I
had
hoped
to
have
prevailed
upon
you
to
allow
Sam
to
accompany
me
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
looked
more
astonished
than
before
.
‘
I
think
,
’
faltered
Mr
.
Winkle
,
‘
that
Sam
would
have
had
no
objection
to
do
so
;
but
,
of
course
,
his
being
a
prisoner
here
,
renders
it
impossible
.
So
I
must
go
alone
.
’
As
Mr
.
Winkle
said
these
words
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
felt
,
with
some
astonishment
,
that
Sam
’
s
fingers
were
trembling
at
the
gaiters
,
as
if
he
were
rather
surprised
or
startled
.
Sam
looked
up
at
Mr
.
Winkle
,
too
,
when
he
had
finished
speaking
;
and
though
the
glance
they
exchanged
was
instantaneous
,
they
seemed
to
understand
each
other
.
‘
Do
you
know
anything
of
this
,
Sam
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
sharply
.
