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‘
Not
half
so
strange
as
a
miraculous
circumstance
as
happened
to
my
own
father
,
at
an
election
time
,
in
this
wery
place
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
What
was
that
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Why
,
he
drove
a
coach
down
here
once
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
‘
lection
time
came
on
,
and
he
was
engaged
by
vun
party
to
bring
down
woters
from
London
.
Night
afore
he
was
going
to
drive
up
,
committee
on
t
’
other
side
sends
for
him
quietly
,
and
away
he
goes
vith
the
messenger
,
who
shows
him
in
;
—
large
room
—
lots
of
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
—
heaps
of
papers
,
pens
and
ink
,
and
all
that
‘
ere
.
"
Ah
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
in
the
chair
,
"
glad
to
see
you
,
sir
;
how
are
you
?
"
—
"
Wery
well
,
thank
‘
ee
,
Sir
,
"
says
my
father
;
"
I
hope
you
’
re
pretty
middlin
,
"
says
he
.
—
"
Pretty
well
,
thank
’
ee
,
Sir
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
;
"
sit
down
,
Mr
.
Weller
—
pray
sit
down
,
sir
.
"
So
my
father
sits
down
,
and
he
and
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
looks
wery
hard
at
each
other
.
"
You
don
’
t
remember
me
?
"
said
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
—
"
Can
’
t
say
I
do
,
"
says
my
father
.
—
"
Oh
,
I
know
you
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
:
"
know
’
d
you
when
you
was
a
boy
,
"
says
he
.
—
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
remember
you
,
"
says
my
father
.
—
"
That
’
s
wery
odd
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
"
—
"
Wery
,
"
says
my
father
.
—
"
You
must
have
a
bad
mem
’
ry
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
—
"
Well
,
it
is
a
wery
bad
’
un
,
"
says
my
father
.
—
"
I
thought
so
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
So
then
they
pours
him
out
a
glass
of
wine
,
and
gammons
him
about
his
driving
,
and
gets
him
into
a
reg
’
lar
good
humour
,
and
at
last
shoves
a
twenty
-
pound
note
into
his
hand
.
"
It
’
s
a
wery
bad
road
between
this
and
London
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
—
"
Here
and
there
it
is
a
heavy
road
,
"
says
my
father
.
—
"
‘
Specially
near
the
canal
,
I
think
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
—
"
Nasty
bit
that
‘
ere
,
"
says
my
father
.
—
"
Well
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
"
says
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
"
you
’
re
a
wery
good
whip
,
and
can
do
what
you
like
with
your
horses
,
we
know
.
We
’
re
all
wery
fond
o
’
you
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
so
in
case
you
should
have
an
accident
when
you
’
re
bringing
these
here
woters
down
,
and
should
tip
’
em
over
into
the
canal
vithout
hurtin
’
of
’
em
,
this
is
for
yourself
,
"
says
he
.
—
"
Gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
you
’
re
wery
kind
,
"
says
my
father
,
"
and
I
’
ll
drink
your
health
in
another
glass
of
wine
,
"
says
he
;
vich
he
did
,
and
then
buttons
up
the
money
,
and
bows
himself
out
.
You
wouldn
’
t
believe
,
sir
,
’
continued
Sam
,
with
a
look
of
inexpressible
impudence
at
his
master
,
‘
that
on
the
wery
day
as
he
came
down
with
them
woters
,
his
coach
WAS
upset
on
that
‘
ere
wery
spot
,
and
ev
’
ry
man
on
’
em
was
turned
into
the
canal
.
’
‘
And
got
out
again
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
hastily
.
‘
Why
,
’
replied
Sam
very
slowly
,
‘
I
rather
think
one
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
was
missin
’
;
I
know
his
hat
was
found
,
but
I
ain
’
t
quite
certain
whether
his
head
was
in
it
or
not
.
But
what
I
look
at
is
the
hex
-
traordinary
and
wonderful
coincidence
,
that
arter
what
that
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
said
,
my
father
’
s
coach
should
be
upset
in
that
wery
place
,
and
on
that
wery
day
!
’
‘
it
is
,
no
doubt
,
a
very
extraordinary
circumstance
indeed
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
But
brush
my
hat
,
Sam
,
for
I
hear
Mr
.
Winkle
calling
me
to
breakfast
.
’
With
these
words
Mr
.
Pickwick
descended
to
the
parlour
,
where
he
found
breakfast
laid
,
and
the
family
already
assembled
.
The
meal
was
hastily
despatched
;
each
of
the
gentlemen
’
s
hats
was
decorated
with
an
enormous
blue
favour
,
made
up
by
the
fair
hands
of
Mrs
.
Pott
herself
;
and
as
Mr
.
Winkle
had
undertaken
to
escort
that
lady
to
a
house
-
top
,
in
the
immediate
vicinity
of
the
hustings
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Pott
repaired
alone
to
the
Town
Arms
,
from
the
back
window
of
which
,
one
of
Mr
.
Slumkey
’
s
committee
was
addressing
six
small
boys
and
one
girl
,
whom
he
dignified
,
at
every
second
sentence
,
with
the
imposing
title
of
‘
Men
of
Eatanswill
,
’
whereat
the
six
small
boys
aforesaid
cheered
prodigiously
.
