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‘
Very
sorry
to
leave
you
standing
at
the
door
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
girl
,
lighting
a
lamp
,
and
addressing
Mr
.
Pickwick
with
a
winning
smile
,
‘
but
you
was
quite
strangers
to
me
;
and
we
have
such
a
many
trampers
that
only
come
to
see
what
they
can
lay
their
hands
on
,
that
really
—
’
‘
There
is
not
the
least
occasion
for
any
apology
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
good
-
humouredly
.
‘
Not
the
slightest
,
my
love
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
,
playfully
stretching
forth
his
arms
,
and
skipping
from
side
to
side
,
as
if
to
prevent
the
young
lady
’
s
leaving
the
room
.
The
young
lady
was
not
at
all
softened
by
these
allurements
,
for
she
at
once
expressed
her
opinion
,
that
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
was
an
‘
odous
creetur
;
’
and
,
on
his
becoming
rather
more
pressing
in
his
attentions
,
imprinted
her
fair
fingers
upon
his
face
,
and
bounced
out
of
the
room
with
many
expressions
of
aversion
and
contempt
.
Deprived
of
the
young
lady
’
s
society
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
proceeded
to
divert
himself
by
peeping
into
the
desk
,
looking
into
all
the
table
drawers
,
feigning
to
pick
the
lock
of
the
iron
safe
,
turning
the
almanac
with
its
face
to
the
wall
,
trying
on
the
boots
of
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
over
his
own
,
and
making
several
other
humorous
experiments
upon
the
furniture
,
all
of
which
afforded
Mr
.
Pickwick
unspeakable
horror
and
agony
,
and
yielded
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
proportionate
delight
.
At
length
the
door
opened
,
and
a
little
old
gentleman
in
a
snuff
-
coloured
suit
,
with
a
head
and
face
the
precise
counterpart
of
those
belonging
to
Mr
.
Winkle
,
junior
,
excepting
that
he
was
rather
bald
,
trotted
into
the
room
with
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
card
in
one
hand
,
and
a
silver
candlestick
in
the
other
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
sir
,
how
do
you
do
?
’
said
Winkle
the
elder
,
putting
down
the
candlestick
and
proffering
his
hand
.
‘
Hope
I
see
you
well
,
sir
.
Glad
to
see
you
.
Be
seated
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
I
beg
,
Sir
.
This
gentleman
is
—
’
‘
My
friend
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
your
son
’
s
friend
.
’
‘
Oh
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
the
elder
,
looking
rather
grimly
at
Bob
.
‘
I
hope
you
are
well
,
sir
.
’
