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Sam
was
taken
with
a
troublesome
cough
,
at
once
,
for
the
purpose
of
attracting
the
gentleman
’
s
attention
;
the
gentleman
starting
at
the
sound
,
raised
his
head
and
his
eyeglass
,
and
disclosed
to
view
the
profound
and
thoughtful
features
of
Mr
.
Pott
,
of
the
Eatanswill
GAZETTE
.
‘
Beggin
’
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
advancing
with
a
bow
,
‘
my
master
’
s
here
,
Mr
.
Pott
.
’
‘
Hush
!
hush
!
’
cried
Pott
,
drawing
Sam
into
the
room
,
and
closing
the
door
,
with
a
countenance
of
mysterious
dread
and
apprehension
.
‘
Wot
’
s
the
matter
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
looking
vacantly
about
him
.
‘
Not
a
whisper
of
my
name
,
’
replied
Pott
;
‘
this
is
a
buff
neighbourhood
.
If
the
excited
and
irritable
populace
knew
I
was
here
,
I
should
be
torn
to
pieces
.
’
‘
No
!
Vould
you
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
I
should
be
the
victim
of
their
fury
,
’
replied
Pott
.
‘
Now
young
man
,
what
of
your
master
?
’
‘
He
’
s
a
-
stopping
here
to
-
night
on
his
vay
to
town
,
with
a
couple
of
friends
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Is
Mr
.
Winkle
one
of
them
?
’
inquired
Pott
,
with
a
slight
frown
.
‘
No
,
Sir
.
Mr
.
Vinkle
stops
at
home
now
,
’
rejoined
Sam
.
‘
He
’
s
married
.
’
