[Opere libreria illustrata edition] . pronunciate thelong uno. Chi ci ? Gridò il sig. Winkle, annullando la catena. Dont stop per porre domande, ghisa testa, ha risposto thelong uomo, con grande disgusto; dando per scontato che theinquirer era un fante ; ma aprire la porta. Vieni e guarda affilato, legname palpebre, aggiunto l'altro,in modo incoraggiante. Il sig. Winkle, essendo mezzo addormentato, obbedito alla commandmechanically, aprì la porta un po', e peeped out. Laprima cosa che vide era il bagliore rosso del link-boys torcia.Startled dal repentino di paura che la casa potrebbe essere sul fuoco, hehastily gettò la porta aperta, un

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[Works Illustrated library edition] . uttered thelong one. Whos there ? cried Mr. Winkle, undoing the chain. Dont stop to ask questions, cast-iron head, replied thelong man, with great disgust; taking it for granted that theinquirer was a footman ; but open the door. Come, look sharp, timber eyelids, added the other, encouragingly. Mr. Winkle, being half asleep, obeyed the commandmechanically, opened the door a little, and peeped out. Thefirst thing he saw, was the red glare of the link-boys torch.Startled by the sudden fear that the house might be on fire, hehastily threw the door wide open, and holding the candle abovehis head, stared eagerly before him, not quite certain whetherwhat he saw was a sedan-chair or a fire engine. At this instantthere came a violent gust of wind ; the light was blown out;Mr. Winkle felt himself irresistibly impelled on to the steps;and the door blew to, with a loud crash. Well, young man, now you have done it! said the shortchairman. Mr. Winkle, catching sight of a ladys face at the window of. THE PICKWICK CLUB. 145 tlie sedan, turned hastily round, plied the knocker with all hismight and main, and called frantically upon the chairman totake the chair away again. Take it away, take it away, cried Mr. Winkle. Heressomebody coming out of another house; put me into the chair.Hide me—do something with me! All this time he was shivering with cold ; and every time heraised his hand to the knocker, the wind took the dressing gownin a most unpleasant manner. The people are coming down the Crescent now. There areladies with em ; cover me up with something. Stand beforeme ! roared Mr. Winkle. But the chairmen were too muchexhausted with laughing to afford him the slightest assistance, and the ladies were every moment approaching nearer andnearer. Mr. Winkle gave a last hopeless knock ; the ladies were onlya few doors off. He threw away the extinguished candle, which, all this time, he had held above his head, and fairly bolted intothe sedan-chair

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