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tree and an oak gate," said the old lady, stopping in this place to dry her eyes.

getting his professional dignity in his anxiety. " Get on a little faster ; put a little more steam on, Ma'am, pray."
 * ' Oh, devil take the laburnum tree! Ma'am,'' said Bob, quite for-

•' This morning/' said the old lady, slowly, 'Hhis morning, she "

tion. " Did she come back ? "
 * ' She came back Ma'am, I suppose," said Bob, with great anima-

" No, she did not — she wrote," replied the old lady.

" What did she say ? " enquired Bob, eagerly.

" She said, Mr. Sawyer," replied the old lady — ** and it is this I want you to prepare Benjamin's mind for, gently and by degrees ; she said that she was— I have got the letter in my pocket, Mr. Sawyer, but my glasses are in the carriage, and I should only waste the time if I attempted to point out the passage to you, without them ; she said, in short, Mr. Sawyer, that she was married."

" What ! " said, or rather shouted, Mr. Bob Sawyer.

" Married," repeated the old lady.

Mr. Bob Sawyer stopped to hear no more ; but darting from the surgery into the outer shop, cried in a stentorian voice, ^'^Ben, my boy, she's bolted ! "

Mr. Ben Allen, who had been slumbering behind the counter with his head half a foot or so below his knees, no sooner heard this appal- ling communication, than he made a precipitate rush at Mr. Martin, and twisting his hand in the neckcloth of that taciturn servitor, ex- pressed an obliging intention of choking him where he stood, which intention, with a promptitude often the effect of desperation, he at once commenced carrying into execution with much vigour and surgical skill.

Mr. Martin, who was a man of few words and possessed but little power of eloquence or persuasion, submitted to this operation with a very calm and agreeable expression of countenance, for some seconds; tinding, however, that it threatened speedily to lead to a result which would place it beyond his power to claim any wages, board or other- wise, in all times to come, he muttered an inarticulate remonstrance, and felled Mr. Benjamin Allen to the ground. As that gentleman had got his hands entangled in his cravat, he had no alternative but to follow him to the floor. There they both lay struggling, when the shop-door opened, and the party was increased by the arrival of two most unexpected visitors, to wit, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Samuel Weller.

The impression at once produced upon Mr. Weller's mind by what he saw, was. that Mr. Martin was hired by the establishment of Sawyer late Nockemorf, to take strong medicine, or to go into fits and be experimentalised upon, or to swallow poison now and then with the view of testing the efficacy of some new antidotes, or to do something or other to promote the great science of medicine, and gratify the ardent spirit of enquiry burning in the bosoms of its two young pro- fessors. So, without presuming to interfere, Sam stood perfectly still, and looked on as if he were mightily interested in the result of the then