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‘
Did
you
speak
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
after
an
awful
silence
.
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
replied
Bob
,
With
no
remains
of
the
clown
about
him
,
save
and
except
the
extreme
redness
of
his
cheeks
.
‘
You
are
sure
you
did
not
,
sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
.
‘
Oh
dear
,
yes
,
sir
,
quite
,
’
replied
Bob
.
‘
I
thought
you
did
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
,
with
indignant
emphasis
.
‘
Perhaps
you
LOOKED
at
me
,
sir
?
’
‘
Oh
,
no
!
sir
,
not
at
all
,
’
replied
Bob
,
with
extreme
civility
.
‘
I
am
very
glad
to
hear
it
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
.
Having
frowned
upon
the
abashed
Bob
with
great
magnificence
,
the
old
gentleman
again
brought
the
letter
to
the
light
,
and
began
to
read
it
seriously
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
eyed
him
intently
as
he
turned
from
the
bottom
line
of
the
first
page
to
the
top
line
of
the
second
,
and
from
the
bottom
of
the
second
to
the
top
of
the
third
,
and
from
the
bottom
of
the
third
to
the
top
of
the
fourth
;
but
not
the
slightest
alteration
of
countenance
afforded
a
clue
to
the
feelings
with
which
he
received
the
announcement
of
his
son
’
s
marriage
,
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
knew
was
in
the
very
first
half
-
dozen
lines
.
He
read
the
letter
to
the
last
word
,
folded
it
again
with
all
the
carefulness
and
precision
of
a
man
of
business
,
and
,
just
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
expected
some
great
outbreak
of
feeling
,
dipped
a
pen
in
the
ink
-
stand
,
and
said
,
as
quietly
as
if
he
were
speaking
on
the
most
ordinary
counting
-
house
topic
—
‘
What
is
Nathaniel
’
s
address
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
?
’
