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‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
turning
pale
;
‘
no
other
secret
marriage
,
I
hope
?
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
replied
old
Wardle
;
‘
not
so
bad
as
that
;
no
.
’
‘
What
then
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
am
I
interested
in
it
?
’
‘
Shall
I
answer
that
question
,
Perker
?
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
If
you
don
’
t
commit
yourself
by
doing
so
,
my
dear
Sir
.
’
‘
Well
then
,
you
are
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
How
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Pickwick
anxiously
.
‘
In
what
way
?
’
‘
Really
,
’
replied
Wardle
,
‘
you
’
re
such
a
fiery
sort
of
a
young
fellow
that
I
am
almost
afraid
to
tell
you
;
but
,
however
,
if
Perker
will
sit
between
us
to
prevent
mischief
,
I
’
ll
venture
.
’
Having
closed
the
room
door
,
and
fortified
himself
with
another
application
to
Perker
’
s
snuff
-
box
,
the
old
gentleman
proceeded
with
his
great
disclosure
in
these
words
—
