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‘
Why
,
I
am
afraid
it
wouldn
’
t
,
’
replied
the
agent
;
‘
if
it
were
done
by
yourself
,
my
dear
Sir
,
I
think
it
would
make
you
very
popular
.
’
‘
Very
well
,
’
said
the
Honourable
Samuel
Slumkey
,
with
a
resigned
air
,
‘
then
it
must
be
done
.
That
’
s
all
.
’
‘
Arrange
the
procession
,
’
cried
the
twenty
committee
-
men
.
Amidst
the
cheers
of
the
assembled
throng
,
the
band
,
and
the
constables
,
and
the
committee
-
men
,
and
the
voters
,
and
the
horsemen
,
and
the
carriages
,
took
their
places
—
each
of
the
two
-
horse
vehicles
being
closely
packed
with
as
many
gentlemen
as
could
manage
to
stand
upright
in
it
;
and
that
assigned
to
Mr
.
Perker
,
containing
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
Mr
.
Tupman
,
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
and
about
half
a
dozen
of
the
committee
besides
.
There
was
a
moment
of
awful
suspense
as
the
procession
waited
for
the
Honourable
Samuel
Slumkey
to
step
into
his
carriage
.
Suddenly
the
crowd
set
up
a
great
cheering
.
‘
He
has
come
out
,
’
said
little
Mr
.
Perker
,
greatly
excited
;
the
more
so
as
their
position
did
not
enable
them
to
see
what
was
going
forward
.
Another
cheer
,
much
louder
.
‘
He
has
shaken
hands
with
the
men
,
’
cried
the
little
agent
.
Another
cheer
,
far
more
vehement
.
‘
He
has
patted
the
babies
on
the
head
,
’
said
Mr
.
Perker
,
trembling
with
anxiety
.
