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‘
Tom
Smart
said
it
was
all
true
?
’
‘
Every
word
.
’
‘
And
your
uncle
?
’
‘
Every
letter
.
’
‘
They
must
have
been
very
nice
men
,
both
of
’
em
,
’
said
the
dirty
-
faced
man
.
‘
Yes
,
they
were
,
’
replied
the
bagman
;
‘
very
nice
men
indeed
!
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
conscience
had
been
somewhat
reproaching
him
for
his
recent
neglect
of
his
friends
at
the
Peacock
;
and
he
was
just
on
the
point
of
walking
forth
in
quest
of
them
,
on
the
third
morning
after
the
election
had
terminated
,
when
his
faithful
valet
put
into
his
hand
a
card
,
on
which
was
engraved
the
following
inscription
:
—
Mrs
.
Leo
HunterTHE
DEN
.
EATANSWILL
.
‘
Person
’
s
a
-
waitin
’
,
’
said
Sam
,
epigrammatically
.
‘
Does
the
person
want
me
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
He
wants
you
partickler
;
and
no
one
else
‘
ll
do
,
as
the
devil
’
s
private
secretary
said
ven
he
fetched
avay
Doctor
Faustus
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
