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‘
Then
it
’
s
you
,
is
it
,
Sir
,
who
have
encouraged
and
brought
about
this
match
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
at
length
.
‘
And
it
’
s
this
gentleman
’
s
servant
,
I
suppose
,
’
interrupted
the
old
lady
,
‘
who
has
been
skulking
about
my
house
,
and
endeavouring
to
entrap
my
servants
to
conspire
against
their
mistress
.
—
Martin
!
’
‘
Well
?
’
said
the
surly
man
,
coming
forward
.
‘
Is
that
the
young
man
you
saw
in
the
lane
,
whom
you
told
me
about
,
this
morning
?
’
Mr
.
Martin
,
who
,
as
it
has
already
appeared
,
was
a
man
of
few
words
,
looked
at
Sam
Weller
,
nodded
his
head
,
and
growled
forth
,
‘
That
’
s
the
man
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
,
who
was
never
proud
,
gave
a
smile
of
friendly
recognition
as
his
eyes
encountered
those
of
the
surly
groom
,
and
admitted
in
courteous
terms
,
that
he
had
‘
knowed
him
afore
.
’
‘
And
this
is
the
faithful
creature
,
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
‘
whom
I
had
nearly
suffocated
!
—
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
how
dare
you
allow
your
fellow
to
be
employed
in
the
abduction
of
my
sister
?
I
demand
that
you
explain
this
matter
,
sir
.
’
‘
Explain
it
,
sir
!
’
cried
Bob
Sawyer
fiercely
.
‘
It
’
s
a
conspiracy
,
’
said
Ben
Allen
.
‘
A
regular
plant
,
’
added
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
A
disgraceful
imposition
,
’
observed
the
old
lady
.
