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‘
I
want
to
whisper
to
you
,
’
replied
the
fat
boy
.
‘
You
want
to
bite
his
ear
off
,
I
suppose
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
Don
’
t
come
near
him
;
he
’
s
vicious
;
ring
the
bell
,
and
let
him
be
taken
downstairs
.
’
Just
as
Mr
.
Winkle
caught
the
bell
-
rope
in
his
hand
,
it
was
arrested
by
a
general
expression
of
astonishment
;
the
captive
lover
,
his
face
burning
with
confusion
,
suddenly
walked
in
from
the
bedroom
,
and
made
a
comprehensive
bow
to
the
company
.
‘
Hollo
!
’
cried
Wardle
,
releasing
the
fat
boy
’
s
collar
,
and
staggering
back
.
‘
What
’
s
this
?
’
‘
I
have
been
concealed
in
the
next
room
,
sir
,
since
you
returned
,
’
explained
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
‘
Emily
,
my
girl
,
’
said
Wardle
reproachfully
,
‘
I
detest
meanness
and
deceit
;
this
is
unjustifiable
and
indelicate
in
the
highest
degree
.
I
don
’
t
deserve
this
at
your
hands
,
Emily
,
indeed
!
’
‘
Dear
papa
,
’
said
Emily
,
‘
Arabella
knows
—
everybody
here
knows
—
Joe
knows
—
that
I
was
no
party
to
this
concealment
.
Augustus
,
for
Heaven
’
s
sake
,
explain
it
!
’
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
who
had
only
waited
for
a
hearing
,
at
once
recounted
how
he
had
been
placed
in
his
then
distressing
predicament
;
how
the
fear
of
giving
rise
to
domestic
dissensions
had
alone
prompted
him
to
avoid
Mr
.
Wardle
on
his
entrance
;
how
he
merely
meant
to
depart
by
another
door
,
but
,
finding
it
locked
,
had
been
compelled
to
stay
against
his
will
.
It
was
a
painful
situation
to
be
placed
in
;
but
he
now
regretted
it
the
less
,
inasmuch
as
it
afforded
him
an
opportunity
of
acknowledging
,
before
their
mutual
friends
,
that
he
loved
Mr
.
Wardle
’
s
daughter
deeply
and
sincerely
;
that
he
was
proud
to
avow
that
the
feeling
was
mutual
;
and
that
if
thousands
of
miles
were
placed
between
them
,
or
oceans
rolled
their
waters
,
he
could
never
for
an
instant
forget
those
happy
days
,
when
first
—
et
cetera
,
et
cetera
.
Having
delivered
himself
to
this
effect
,
Mr
.
Snodgrass
bowed
again
,
looked
into
the
crown
of
his
hat
,
and
stepped
towards
the
door
.
‘
Stop
!
’
shouted
Wardle
.
‘
Why
,
in
the
name
of
all
that
’
s
—
’
