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‘
If
this
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
about
him
—
‘
if
this
were
the
place
to
which
all
who
are
troubled
with
our
friend
’
s
complaint
came
,
I
fancy
their
old
attachment
to
this
world
would
very
soon
return
.
’
‘
I
think
so
too
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
And
really
,
’
added
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
half
an
hour
’
s
walking
had
brought
them
to
the
village
,
‘
really
,
for
a
misanthrope
’
s
choice
,
this
is
one
of
the
prettiest
and
most
desirable
places
of
residence
I
ever
met
with
.
’
In
this
opinion
also
,
both
Mr
.
Winkle
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
expressed
their
concurrence
;
and
having
been
directed
to
the
Leather
Bottle
,
a
clean
and
commodious
village
ale
-
house
,
the
three
travellers
entered
,
and
at
once
inquired
for
a
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Tupman
.
‘
Show
the
gentlemen
into
the
parlour
,
Tom
,
’
said
the
landlady
.
A
stout
country
lad
opened
a
door
at
the
end
of
the
passage
,
and
the
three
friends
entered
a
long
,
low
-
roofed
room
,
furnished
with
a
large
number
of
high
-
backed
leather
-
cushioned
chairs
,
of
fantastic
shapes
,
and
embellished
with
a
great
variety
of
old
portraits
and
roughly
-
coloured
prints
of
some
antiquity
.
At
the
upper
end
of
the
room
was
a
table
,
with
a
white
cloth
upon
it
,
well
covered
with
a
roast
fowl
,
bacon
,
ale
,
and
et
ceteras
;
and
at
the
table
sat
Mr
.
Tupman
,
looking
as
unlike
a
man
who
had
taken
his
leave
of
the
world
,
as
possible
.
On
the
entrance
of
his
friends
,
that
gentleman
laid
down
his
knife
and
fork
,
and
with
a
mournful
air
advanced
to
meet
them
.
‘
I
did
not
expect
to
see
you
here
,
’
he
said
,
as
he
grasped
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
hand
.
‘
It
’
s
very
kind
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
sitting
down
,
and
wiping
from
his
forehead
the
perspiration
which
the
walk
had
engendered
.
‘
Finish
your
dinner
,
and
walk
out
with
me
.
I
wish
to
speak
to
you
alone
.
’
