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‘
When
I
inform
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
,
that
that
remark
fell
from
your
lips
,
sir
,
she
will
indeed
be
proud
,
’
said
the
grave
man
.
‘
You
have
a
gentleman
in
your
train
,
who
has
produced
some
beautiful
little
poems
,
I
think
,
sir
.
’
‘
My
friend
Mr
.
Snodgrass
has
a
great
taste
for
poetry
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
So
has
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
,
Sir
.
She
dotes
on
poetry
,
sir
.
She
adores
it
;
I
may
say
that
her
whole
soul
and
mind
are
wound
up
,
and
entwined
with
it
.
She
has
produced
some
delightful
pieces
,
herself
,
sir
.
You
may
have
met
with
her
"
Ode
to
an
Expiring
Frog
,
"
sir
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
think
I
have
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
You
astonish
me
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Leo
Hunter
.
‘
It
created
an
immense
sensation
.
It
was
signed
with
an
"
L
"
and
eight
stars
,
and
appeared
originally
in
a
lady
’
s
magazine
.
It
commenced
—
‘
"
Can
I
view
thee
panting
,
lying
On
thy
stomach
,
without
sighing
;
Can
I
unmoved
see
thee
dying
On
a
log
Expiring
frog
!
"
’
