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‘
Conquests
!
Thousands
.
Don
Bolaro
Fizzgig
—
grandee
—
only
daughter
—
Donna
Christina
—
splendid
creature
—
loved
me
to
distraction
—
jealous
father
—
high
-
souled
daughter
—
handsome
Englishman
—
Donna
Christina
in
despair
—
prussic
acid
—
stomach
pump
in
my
portmanteau
—
operation
performed
—
old
Bolaro
in
ecstasies
—
consent
to
our
union
—
join
hands
and
floods
of
tears
—
romantic
story
—
very
.
’
‘
Is
the
lady
in
England
now
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Tupman
,
on
whom
the
description
of
her
charms
had
produced
a
powerful
impression
.
‘
Dead
,
sir
—
dead
,
’
said
the
stranger
,
applying
to
his
right
eye
the
brief
remnant
of
a
very
old
cambric
handkerchief
.
‘
Never
recovered
the
stomach
pump
—
undermined
constitution
—
fell
a
victim
.
’
‘
And
her
father
?
’
inquired
the
poetic
Snodgrass
.
‘
Remorse
and
misery
,
’
replied
the
stranger
.
‘
Sudden
disappearance
—
talk
of
the
whole
city
—
search
made
everywhere
without
success
—
public
fountain
in
the
great
square
suddenly
ceased
playing
—
weeks
elapsed
—
still
a
stoppage
—
workmen
employed
to
clean
it
—
water
drawn
off
—
father
-
in
-
law
discovered
sticking
head
first
in
the
main
pipe
,
with
a
full
confession
in
his
right
boot
—
took
him
out
,
and
the
fountain
played
away
again
,
as
well
as
ever
.
’
‘
Will
you
allow
me
to
note
that
little
romance
down
,
Sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
deeply
affected
.
‘
Certainly
,
Sir
,
certainly
—
fifty
more
if
you
like
to
hear
’
em
—
strange
life
mine
—
rather
curious
history
—
not
extraordinary
,
but
singular
.
’
In
this
strain
,
with
an
occasional
glass
of
ale
,
by
way
of
parenthesis
,
when
the
coach
changed
horses
,
did
the
stranger
proceed
,
until
they
reached
Rochester
bridge
,
by
which
time
the
note
-
books
,
both
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
were
completely
filled
with
selections
from
his
adventures
.
‘
Magnificent
ruin
!
’
said
Mr
.
Augustus
Snodgrass
,
with
all
the
poetic
fervour
that
distinguished
him
,
when
they
came
in
sight
of
the
fine
old
castle
.
‘
What
a
sight
for
an
antiquarian
!
’
were
the
very
words
which
fell
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
mouth
,
as
he
applied
his
telescope
to
his
eye
.
