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‘
Fine
,
fresh
,
hearty
fellows
they
seem
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
glancing
from
the
window
.
‘
Wery
fresh
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
me
and
the
two
waiters
at
the
Peacock
has
been
a
-
pumpin
’
over
the
independent
woters
as
supped
there
last
night
.
’
‘
Pumping
over
independent
voters
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
his
attendant
,
‘
every
man
slept
vere
he
fell
down
;
we
dragged
’
em
out
,
one
by
one
,
this
mornin
’
,
and
put
’
em
under
the
pump
,
and
they
’
re
in
reg
’
lar
fine
order
now
.
Shillin
’
a
head
the
committee
paid
for
that
‘
ere
job
.
’
‘
Can
such
things
be
!
’
exclaimed
the
astonished
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Lord
bless
your
heart
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
why
where
was
you
half
baptised
?
—
that
’
s
nothin
’
,
that
ain
’
t
.
’
‘
Nothing
?
‘
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Nothin
’
at
all
,
Sir
,
’
replied
his
attendant
.
‘
The
night
afore
the
last
day
o
’
the
last
election
here
,
the
opposite
party
bribed
the
barmaid
at
the
Town
Arms
,
to
hocus
the
brandy
-
and
-
water
of
fourteen
unpolled
electors
as
was
a
-
stoppin
’
in
the
house
.
’
‘
What
do
you
mean
by
"
hocussing
"
brandy
-
and
-
water
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Puttin
’
laud
’
num
in
it
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Blessed
if
she
didn
’
t
send
’
em
all
to
sleep
till
twelve
hours
arter
the
election
was
over
.
They
took
one
man
up
to
the
booth
,
in
a
truck
,
fast
asleep
,
by
way
of
experiment
,
but
it
was
no
go
—
they
wouldn
’
t
poll
him
;
so
they
brought
him
back
,
and
put
him
to
bed
again
.
’
‘
Strange
practices
,
these
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
half
speaking
to
himself
and
half
addressing
Sam
.
