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‘
Yes
,
yes
,
I
am
ready
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
.
And
with
a
violent
effort
he
tore
himself
away
.
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
gazing
down
the
passage
after
them
in
silent
astonishment
,
Sam
Weller
appeared
at
the
stair
-
head
,
and
whispered
for
one
moment
in
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
ear
.
‘
Oh
,
certainly
,
depend
upon
me
,
’
said
that
gentleman
aloud
.
‘
Thank
’
ee
,
sir
.
You
won
’
t
forget
,
sir
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Of
course
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Wish
you
luck
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
touching
his
hat
.
‘
I
should
very
much
liked
to
ha
’
joined
you
,
Sir
;
but
the
gov
’
nor
,
o
’
course
,
is
paramount
.
’
‘
It
is
very
much
to
your
credit
that
you
remain
here
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
With
these
words
they
disappeared
down
the
stairs
.
,
Very
extraordinary
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
going
back
into
his
room
,
and
seating
himself
at
the
table
in
a
musing
attitude
.
‘
What
can
that
young
man
be
going
to
do
?
’
He
had
sat
ruminating
about
the
matter
for
some
time
,
when
the
voice
of
Roker
,
the
turnkey
,
demanded
whether
he
might
come
in
.
‘
By
all
means
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
’
ve
brought
you
a
softer
pillow
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
,
‘
instead
of
the
temporary
one
you
had
last
night
.
