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The
knocker
made
a
more
energetic
reply
than
words
could
have
yielded
,
for
it
continued
to
hammer
with
surprising
force
and
noise
,
without
a
moment
’
s
cessation
.
‘
Dear
me
!
’
said
Perker
,
ringing
his
bell
,
‘
we
shall
alarm
the
inn
.
Mr
.
Lowten
,
don
’
t
you
hear
a
knock
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
answer
the
door
in
one
moment
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
clerk
.
The
knocker
appeared
to
hear
the
response
,
and
to
assert
that
it
was
quite
impossible
he
could
wait
so
long
.
It
made
a
stupendous
uproar
.
‘
It
’
s
quite
dreadful
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
stopping
his
ears
‘
Make
haste
,
Mr
.
Lowten
,
’
Perker
called
out
;
‘
we
shall
have
the
panels
beaten
in
.
’
Mr
.
Lowten
,
who
was
washing
his
hands
in
a
dark
closet
,
hurried
to
the
door
,
and
turning
the
handle
,
beheld
the
appearance
which
is
described
in
the
next
chapter
.
The
object
that
presented
itself
to
the
eyes
of
the
astonished
clerk
,
was
a
boy
—
a
wonderfully
fat
boy
—
habited
as
a
serving
lad
,
standing
upright
on
the
mat
,
with
his
eyes
closed
as
if
in
sleep
.
He
had
never
seen
such
a
fat
boy
,
in
or
out
of
a
travelling
caravan
;
and
this
,
coupled
with
the
calmness
and
repose
of
his
appearance
,
so
very
different
from
what
was
reasonably
to
have
been
expected
of
the
inflicter
of
such
knocks
,
smote
him
with
wonder
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
inquired
the
clerk
.
The
extraordinary
boy
replied
not
a
word
;
but
he
nodded
once
,
and
seemed
,
to
the
clerk
’
s
imagination
,
to
snore
feebly
.
