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- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
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‘
So
much
the
worse
,
’
returned
Wardle
;
‘
for
they
’
ll
have
had
all
the
advantage
of
the
moonlight
to
get
the
start
of
us
,
and
we
shall
lose
it
.
It
will
have
gone
down
in
another
hour
.
’
‘
It
will
be
rather
unpleasant
going
at
this
rate
in
the
dark
,
won
’
t
it
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
dare
say
it
will
,
’
replied
his
friend
dryly
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
temporary
excitement
began
to
sober
down
a
little
,
as
he
reflected
upon
the
inconveniences
and
dangers
of
the
expedition
in
which
he
had
so
thoughtlessly
embarked
.
He
was
roused
by
a
loud
shouting
of
the
post
-
boy
on
the
leader
.
‘
Yo
-
yo
-
yo
-
yo
-
yoe
!
’
went
the
first
boy
.
‘
Yo
-
yo
-
yo
-
yoe
!
’
went
the
second
.
‘
Yo
-
yo
-
yo
-
yoe
!
’
chimed
in
old
Wardle
himself
,
most
lustily
,
with
his
head
and
half
his
body
out
of
the
coach
window
.
‘
Yo
-
yo
-
yo
-
yoe
!
’
shouted
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
taking
up
the
burden
of
the
cry
,
though
he
had
not
the
slightest
notion
of
its
meaning
or
object
.
And
amidst
the
yo
-
yoing
of
the
whole
four
,
the
chaise
stopped
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
There
’
s
a
gate
here
,
’
replied
old
Wardle
.
‘
We
shall
hear
something
of
the
fugitives
.
’
