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‘
My
uncle
said
this
in
a
pretty
loud
voice
,
and
in
an
open
,
unreserved
sort
of
manner
,
with
the
view
of
engaging
the
two
strangers
in
conversation
if
he
could
.
But
,
neither
of
them
took
any
more
notice
of
him
than
whispering
to
each
other
,
and
scowling
at
him
as
they
did
so
.
The
lady
was
at
the
farther
end
of
the
room
,
and
once
she
ventured
to
wave
her
hand
,
as
if
beseeching
my
uncle
’
s
assistance
.
‘
At
length
the
two
strangers
advanced
a
little
,
and
the
conversation
began
in
earnest
.
‘
"
You
don
’
t
know
this
is
a
private
room
,
I
suppose
,
fellow
?
"
said
the
gentleman
in
sky
-
blue
.
‘
"
No
,
I
do
not
,
fellow
,
"
rejoined
my
uncle
.
"
Only
,
if
this
is
a
private
room
specially
ordered
for
the
occasion
,
I
should
think
the
public
room
must
be
a
VERY
comfortable
one
;
"
with
this
,
my
uncle
sat
himself
down
in
a
high
-
backed
chair
,
and
took
such
an
accurate
measure
of
the
gentleman
,
with
his
eyes
,
that
Tiggin
and
Welps
could
have
supplied
him
with
printed
calico
for
a
suit
,
and
not
an
inch
too
much
or
too
little
,
from
that
estimate
alone
.
‘
"
Quit
this
room
,
"
said
both
men
together
,
grasping
their
swords
.
‘
"
Eh
?
"
said
my
uncle
,
not
at
all
appearing
to
comprehend
their
meaning
.
‘
"
Quit
the
room
,
or
you
are
a
dead
man
,
"
said
the
ill
-
looking
fellow
with
the
large
sword
,
drawing
it
at
the
same
time
and
flourishing
it
in
the
air
.
‘
"
Down
with
him
!
"
cried
the
gentleman
in
sky
-
blue
,
drawing
his
sword
also
,
and
falling
back
two
or
three
yards
.
"
Down
with
him
!
"
The
lady
gave
a
loud
scream
.
‘
Now
,
my
uncle
was
always
remarkable
for
great
boldness
,
and
great
presence
of
mind
.
All
the
time
that
he
had
appeared
so
indifferent
to
what
was
going
on
,
he
had
been
looking
slily
about
for
some
missile
or
weapon
of
defence
,
and
at
the
very
instant
when
the
swords
were
drawn
,
he
espied
,
standing
in
the
chimney
–
corner
,
an
old
basket
-
hilted
rapier
in
a
rusty
scabbard
.
