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‘
Robbers
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
running
to
the
stair
-
head
,
as
the
two
attorneys
descended
.
‘
Robbers
!
’
shouted
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
breaking
from
Lowten
and
Perker
,
and
thrusting
his
head
out
of
the
staircase
window
.
When
Mr
.
Pickwick
drew
in
his
head
again
,
his
countenance
was
smiling
and
placid
;
and
,
walking
quietly
back
into
the
office
,
he
declared
that
he
had
now
removed
a
great
weight
from
his
mind
,
and
that
he
felt
perfectly
comfortable
and
happy
.
Perker
said
nothing
at
all
until
he
had
emptied
his
snuff
-
box
,
and
sent
Lowten
out
to
fill
it
,
when
he
was
seized
with
a
fit
of
laughing
,
which
lasted
five
minutes
;
at
the
expiration
of
which
time
he
said
that
he
supposed
he
ought
to
be
very
angry
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
think
of
the
business
seriously
yet
—
when
he
could
,
he
would
be
.
‘
Well
,
now
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
let
me
have
a
settlement
with
you
.
’
‘
Of
the
same
kind
as
the
last
?
’
inquired
Perker
,
with
another
laugh
.
‘
Not
exactly
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
drawing
out
his
pocket
-
book
,
and
shaking
the
little
man
heartily
by
the
hand
,
‘
I
only
mean
a
pecuniary
settlement
.
You
have
done
me
many
acts
of
kindness
that
I
can
never
repay
,
and
have
no
wish
to
repay
,
for
I
prefer
continuing
the
obligation
.
’
With
this
preface
,
the
two
friends
dived
into
some
very
complicated
accounts
and
vouchers
,
which
,
having
been
duly
displayed
and
gone
through
by
Perker
,
were
at
once
discharged
by
Mr
.
Pickwick
with
many
professions
of
esteem
and
friendship
.
They
had
no
sooner
arrived
at
this
point
,
than
a
most
violent
and
startling
knocking
was
heard
at
the
door
;
it
was
not
an
ordinary
double
-
knock
,
but
a
constant
and
uninterrupted
succession
of
the
loudest
single
raps
,
as
if
the
knocker
were
endowed
with
the
perpetual
motion
,
or
the
person
outside
had
forgotten
to
leave
off
.
‘
Dear
me
,
what
’
s
that
?
’
exclaimed
Perker
,
starting
.
‘
I
think
it
is
a
knock
at
the
door
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
if
there
could
be
the
smallest
doubt
of
the
fact
.
