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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
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‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
his
face
suffused
with
a
crimson
glow
,
‘
this
is
an
insult
.
’
‘
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
in
the
same
tone
,
‘
it
is
not
half
the
insult
to
you
,
that
your
appearance
in
my
presence
in
a
green
velvet
jacket
,
with
a
two
-
inch
tail
,
would
be
to
me
.
’
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
‘
you
’
re
a
fellow
.
’
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
you
’
re
another
!
’
Mr
.
Tupman
advanced
a
step
or
two
,
and
glared
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
returned
the
glare
,
concentrated
into
a
focus
by
means
of
his
spectacles
,
and
breathed
a
bold
defiance
.
Mr
.
Snodgrass
and
Mr
.
Winkle
looked
on
,
petrified
at
beholding
such
a
scene
between
two
such
men
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
after
a
short
pause
,
speaking
in
a
low
,
deep
voice
,
‘
you
have
called
me
old
.
’
‘
I
have
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
And
fat
.
’
‘
I
reiterate
the
charge
.
’
