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‘
HE
.
Is
it
a
gentleman
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
A
wery
good
imitation
o
’
one
,
if
it
ain
’
t
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
But
this
is
a
lady
’
s
card
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Given
me
by
a
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
howsoever
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
and
he
’
s
a
-
waitin
’
in
the
drawing
-
room
—
said
he
’
d
rather
wait
all
day
,
than
not
see
you
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
on
hearing
this
determination
,
descended
to
the
drawing
-
room
,
where
sat
a
grave
man
,
who
started
up
on
his
entrance
,
and
said
,
with
an
air
of
profound
respect
:
—
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
I
presume
?
’
‘
The
same
.
’
‘
Allow
me
,
Sir
,
the
honour
of
grasping
your
hand
.
Permit
me
,
Sir
,
to
shake
it
,
’
said
the
grave
man
.
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
The
stranger
shook
the
extended
hand
,
and
then
continued
—
