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Winkle
indignantly
.
‘
They
’
ll
see
her
lyre
,
won
’
t
they
?
’
‘
True
;
I
forgot
that
,
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
‘
I
shall
go
as
a
bandit
,
‘
interposed
Mr
.
Tupman
.
‘
What
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
sudden
start
.
‘
As
a
bandit
,
’
repeated
Mr
.
Tupman
,
mildly
.
‘
You
don
’
t
mean
to
say
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
gazing
with
solemn
sternness
at
his
friend
—
‘
you
don
’
t
mean
to
say
,
Mr
.
Tupman
,
that
it
is
your
intention
to
put
yourself
into
a
green
velvet
jacket
,
with
a
two
-
inch
tail
?
’
‘
Such
IS
my
intention
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Tupman
warmly
.
‘
And
why
not
,
sir
?
’
‘
Because
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
considerably
excited
—
‘
because
you
are
too
old
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Too
old
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Tupman
.
‘
And
if
any
further
ground
of
objection
be
wanting
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
you
are
too
fat
,
sir
.
’
