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‘
And
a
fellow
.
’
‘
So
you
are
!
’
There
was
a
fearful
pause
.
‘
My
attachment
to
your
person
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
speaking
in
a
voice
tremulous
with
emotion
,
and
tucking
up
his
wristbands
meanwhile
,
‘
is
great
—
very
great
—
but
upon
that
person
,
I
must
take
summary
vengeance
.
’
‘
Come
on
,
Sir
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Stimulated
by
the
exciting
nature
of
the
dialogue
,
the
heroic
man
actually
threw
himself
into
a
paralytic
attitude
,
confidently
supposed
by
the
two
bystanders
to
have
been
intended
as
a
posture
of
defence
.
‘
What
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
suddenly
recovering
the
power
of
speech
,
of
which
intense
astonishment
had
previously
bereft
him
,
and
rushing
between
the
two
,
at
the
imminent
hazard
of
receiving
an
application
on
the
temple
from
each
—
‘
what
!
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
the
eyes
of
the
world
upon
you
!
Mr
.
Tupman
!
who
,
in
common
with
us
all
,
derives
a
lustre
from
his
undying
name
!
For
shame
,
gentlemen
;
for
shame
.
’
The
unwonted
lines
which
momentary
passion
had
ruled
in
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
clear
and
open
brow
,
gradually
melted
away
,
as
his
young
friend
spoke
,
like
the
marks
of
a
black
-
lead
pencil
beneath
the
softening
influence
of
india
-
rubber
.
His
countenance
had
resumed
its
usual
benign
expression
,
ere
he
concluded
.
‘
I
have
been
hasty
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
very
hasty
.
Tupman
;
your
hand
.
’
The
dark
shadow
passed
from
Mr
.
Tupman
’
s
face
,
as
he
warmly
grasped
the
hand
of
his
friend
.
