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Pickwick
could
scarcely
believe
the
evidence
of
his
senses
,
and
perhaps
would
not
have
done
so
,
but
for
the
corroborative
testimony
afforded
by
the
smiling
countenance
of
Perker
,
and
the
bodily
presence
,
in
the
background
,
of
Sam
and
the
pretty
housemaid
;
who
appeared
to
contemplate
the
proceedings
with
the
liveliest
satisfaction
.
‘
Oh
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
!
’
said
Arabella
,
in
a
low
voice
,
as
if
alarmed
at
the
silence
.
‘
Can
you
forgive
my
imprudence
?
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
returned
no
verbal
response
to
this
appeal
;
but
he
took
off
his
spectacles
in
great
haste
,
and
seizing
both
the
young
lady
’
s
hands
in
his
,
kissed
her
a
great
number
of
times
—
perhaps
a
greater
number
than
was
absolutely
necessary
—
and
then
,
still
retaining
one
of
her
hands
,
told
Mr
.
Winkle
he
was
an
audacious
young
dog
,
and
bade
him
get
up
.
This
,
Mr
.
Winkle
,
who
had
been
for
some
seconds
scratching
his
nose
with
the
brim
of
his
hat
,
in
a
penitent
manner
,
did
;
whereupon
Mr
.
Pickwick
slapped
him
on
the
back
several
times
,
and
then
shook
hands
heartily
with
Perker
,
who
,
not
to
be
behind
-
hand
in
the
compliments
of
the
occasion
,
saluted
both
the
bride
and
the
pretty
housemaid
with
right
good
-
will
,
and
,
having
wrung
Mr
,
Winkle
’
s
hand
most
cordially
,
wound
up
his
demonstrations
of
joy
by
taking
snuff
enough
to
set
any
half
-
dozen
men
with
ordinarily
-
constructed
noses
,
a
-
sneezing
for
life
.
‘
Why
,
my
dear
girl
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
how
has
all
this
come
about
?
Come
!
Sit
down
,
and
let
me
hear
it
all
.
How
well
she
looks
,
doesn
’
t
she
,
Perker
?
’
added
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
surveying
Arabella
’
s
face
with
a
look
of
as
much
pride
and
exultation
,
as
if
she
had
been
his
daughter
.
‘
Delightful
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
replied
the
little
man
.
‘
If
I
were
not
a
married
man
myself
,
I
should
be
disposed
to
envy
you
,
you
dog
.
’
Thus
expressing
himself
,
the
little
lawyer
gave
Mr
.
Winkle
a
poke
in
the
chest
,
which
that
gentleman
reciprocated
;
after
which
they
both
laughed
very
loudly
,
but
not
so
loudly
as
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
who
had
just
relieved
his
feelings
by
kissing
the
pretty
housemaid
under
cover
of
the
cupboard
door
.
‘
I
can
never
be
grateful
enough
to
you
,
Sam
,
I
am
sure
,
’
said
Arabella
,
with
the
sweetest
smile
imaginable
.
‘
I
shall
not
forget
your
exertions
in
the
garden
at
Clifton
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
say
nothin
’
wotever
about
it
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
I
only
assisted
natur
,
ma
’
am
;
as
the
doctor
said
to
the
boy
’
s
mother
,
after
he
’
d
bled
him
to
death
.
’
‘
Mary
,
my
dear
,
sit
down
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
cutting
short
these
compliments
.
‘
Now
then
;
how
long
have
you
been
married
,
eh
?
’
Arabella
looked
bashfully
at
her
lord
and
master
,
who
replied
,
‘
Only
three
days
.
’
‘
Only
three
days
,
eh
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Why
,
what
have
you
been
doing
these
three
months
?
’
