Pickwick’s legs for?’ inquired Wardle angrily.
‘He wouldn’t look at me,’
cheap louis vuitton bags replied
the boy. ‘I wanted to speak tohim.’
‘What did you want to say?’ asked
half a dozen voices at once.
The fat boy gasped, looked at the bedroom
door, gasped again,and wiped two tears away with the knuckle of each of
hisforefingers.
‘What did you want to say?’ demanded Wardle, shaking
him.
‘Stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘allow me. What did you wish
tocommunicate to me, my poor boy?’
‘I want to whisper to
cheap louis
vuitton bags you,’ replied the fat boy.
‘You want to bite
his ear off, I suppose,’ said Wardle. ‘Don’tcome near him; he’s vicious; ring
the bell, and let him be takendownstairs.’
Just as Mr. Winkle caught
the bell-rope in his hand, it wasarrested by a general expression of
astonishment; the captivelover, his face burning with confusion, suddenly walked
in fromthe bedroom, and made a comprehensive bow to the company.
‘Hollo!’ cried Wardle, releasing the
cheap
louis vuitton handbags fat boy’s collar, andstaggering back.
‘What’s this?’
‘I have been concealed in the next room, sir, since
youreturned,’ explained Mr. Snodgrass.
‘Emily, my girl,’ said Wardle
reproachfully, ‘I detest meannessand deceit; this is unjustifiable and
indelicate in the highestdegree. I don’t deserve this at your hands, Emily,
indeed!’
‘Dear papa,’ said Emily, ‘Arabella knows―everybody
hereknows―Joe knows―that I was no party to this concealment.
Augustus,
for He aven’s sake, explain it!’
Mr. Snodgrass, who had
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outlet only waited for a hearing, at oncerecounted how he had been
placed in his then distressingpredicament; how the fear of giving rise to
domestic dissensionshad alone prompted him to avoid Mr. Wardle on his entrance;
howhe merely meant to depart by another door, but, finding it locked,had been
compelled to stay against his will. It was a painfulsituation to be placed in;
but he now regretted it the less,inasmuch
louis vuitton
outlet as it afforded him an opportunity of acknowledging,before
their mutual friends, that he loved Mr. Wardle’s daughterdeeply and sincerely;
that he was proud to avow that the feelingwas mutual; and that if thousands of
miles were placed betweenthem, or oceans rolled their waters, he could never for
an instantforget those happy days, when first―et cetera, et cetera.