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‘
I
can
discern
,
‘
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
rubbing
away
with
all
his
might
,
and
gazing
intently
through
his
spectacles
—
‘
I
can
discern
a
cross
,
and
a
13
,
and
then
a
T
.
This
is
important
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
starting
up
.
‘
This
is
some
very
old
inscription
,
existing
perhaps
long
before
the
ancient
alms
-
houses
in
this
place
.
It
must
not
be
lost
.
’
He
tapped
at
the
cottage
door
.
A
labouring
man
opened
it
.
‘
Do
you
know
how
this
stone
came
here
,
my
friend
?
’
inquired
the
benevolent
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
,
I
doan
’
t
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
man
civilly
.
‘
It
was
here
long
afore
I
was
born
,
or
any
on
us
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
glanced
triumphantly
at
his
companion
.
‘
You
—
you
—
are
not
particularly
attached
to
it
,
I
dare
say
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
trembling
with
anxiety
.
‘
You
wouldn
’
t
mind
selling
it
,
now
?
’
‘
Ah
!
but
who
’
d
buy
it
?
’
inquired
the
man
,
with
an
expression
of
face
which
he
probably
meant
to
be
very
cunning
.
‘
I
’
ll
give
you
ten
shillings
for
it
,
at
once
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
if
you
would
take
it
up
for
me
.
’
The
astonishment
of
the
village
may
be
easily
imagined
,
when
(
the
little
stone
having
been
raised
with
one
wrench
of
a
spade
)
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
by
dint
of
great
personal
exertion
,
bore
it
with
his
own
hands
to
the
inn
,
and
after
having
carefully
washed
it
,
deposited
it
on
the
table
.
