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‘
What
did
she
say
?
’
inquired
Bob
eagerly
.
‘
She
said
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
’
replied
the
old
lady
—
‘
and
it
is
this
I
want
to
prepare
Benjamin
’
s
mind
for
,
gently
and
by
degrees
;
she
said
that
she
was
—
I
have
got
the
letter
in
my
pocket
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
but
my
glasses
are
in
the
carriage
,
and
I
should
only
waste
your
time
if
I
attempted
to
point
out
the
passage
to
you
,
without
them
;
she
said
,
in
short
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
that
she
was
married
.
’
‘
What
!
’
said
,
or
rather
shouted
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
Married
,
’
repeated
the
old
lady
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
stopped
to
hear
no
more
;
but
darting
from
the
surgery
into
the
outer
shop
,
cried
in
a
stentorian
voice
,
‘
Ben
,
my
boy
,
she
’
s
bolted
!
’
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
who
had
been
slumbering
behind
the
counter
,
with
his
head
half
a
foot
or
so
below
his
knees
,
no
sooner
heard
this
appalling
communication
,
than
he
made
a
precipitate
rush
at
Mr
.
Martin
,
and
,
twisting
his
hand
in
the
neck
-
cloth
of
that
taciturn
servitor
,
expressed
an
obliging
intention
of
choking
him
where
he
stood
.
This
intention
,
with
a
promptitude
often
the
effect
of
desperation
,
he
at
once
commenced
carrying
into
execution
,
with
much
vigour
and
surgical
skill
.
Mr
.
Martin
,
who
was
a
man
of
few
words
and
possessed
but
little
power
of
eloquence
or
persuasion
,
submitted
to
this
operation
with
a
very
calm
and
agreeable
expression
of
countenance
,
for
some
seconds
;
finding
,
however
,
that
it
threatened
speedily
to
lead
to
a
result
which
would
place
it
beyond
his
power
to
claim
any
wages
,
board
or
otherwise
,
in
all
time
to
come
,
he
muttered
an
inarticulate
remonstrance
and
felled
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
to
the
ground
.
As
that
gentleman
had
his
hands
entangled
in
his
cravat
,
he
had
no
alternative
but
to
follow
him
to
the
floor
.
There
they
both
lay
struggling
,
when
the
shop
door
opened
,
and
the
party
was
increased
by
the
arrival
of
two
most
unexpected
visitors
,
to
wit
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
.
The
impression
at
once
produced
on
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
mind
by
what
he
saw
,
was
,
that
Mr
.
Martin
was
hired
by
the
establishment
of
Sawyer
,
late
Nockemorf
,
to
take
strong
medicine
,
or
to
go
into
fits
and
be
experimentalised
upon
,
or
to
swallow
poison
now
and
then
with
the
view
of
testing
the
efficacy
of
some
new
antidotes
,
or
to
do
something
or
other
to
promote
the
great
science
of
medicine
,
and
gratify
the
ardent
spirit
of
inquiry
burning
in
the
bosoms
of
its
two
young
professors
.
So
,
without
presuming
to
interfere
,
Sam
stood
perfectly
still
,
and
looked
on
,
as
if
he
were
mightily
interested
in
the
result
of
the
then
pending
experiment
.
Not
so
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
He
at
once
threw
himself
on
the
astonished
combatants
,
with
his
accustomed
energy
,
and
loudly
called
upon
the
bystanders
to
interpose
.
This
roused
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
who
had
been
hitherto
quite
paralysed
by
the
frenzy
of
his
companion
.
With
that
gentleman
’
s
assistance
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
raised
Ben
Allen
to
his
feet
.
Mr
.
Martin
finding
himself
alone
on
the
floor
,
got
up
,
and
looked
about
him
.
