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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
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- Стр. 212/859
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‘
Quite
well
,
I
thank
you
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
all
his
usual
affability
.
‘
Have
you
been
long
in
England
?
’
‘
Long
—
ver
long
time
—
fortnight
—
more
.
’
‘
Do
you
stay
here
long
?
’
‘
One
week
.
’
‘
You
will
have
enough
to
do
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
smiling
,
‘
to
gather
all
the
materials
you
want
in
that
time
.
’
‘
Eh
,
they
are
gathered
,
’
said
the
count
.
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
They
are
here
,
’
added
the
count
,
tapping
his
forehead
significantly
.
‘
Large
book
at
home
—
full
of
notes
—
music
,
picture
,
science
,
potry
,
poltic
;
all
tings
.
’
‘
The
word
politics
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
comprises
in
itself
,
a
difficult
study
of
no
inconsiderable
magnitude
.
’
