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‘
The
twopenny
rope
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
is
just
a
cheap
lodgin
’
house
,
where
the
beds
is
twopence
a
night
.
’
‘
What
do
they
call
a
bed
a
rope
for
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Bless
your
innocence
,
sir
,
that
ain
’
t
it
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Ven
the
lady
and
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
as
keeps
the
hot
-
el
first
begun
business
,
they
used
to
make
the
beds
on
the
floor
;
but
this
wouldn
’
t
do
at
no
price
,
‘
cos
instead
o
’
taking
a
moderate
twopenn
’
orth
o
’
sleep
,
the
lodgers
used
to
lie
there
half
the
day
.
So
now
they
has
two
ropes
,
‘
bout
six
foot
apart
,
and
three
from
the
floor
,
which
goes
right
down
the
room
;
and
the
beds
are
made
of
slips
of
coarse
sacking
,
stretched
across
’
em
.
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
the
adwantage
o
’
the
plan
’
s
hobvious
.
At
six
o
’
clock
every
mornin
’
they
let
’
s
go
the
ropes
at
one
end
,
and
down
falls
the
lodgers
.
Consequence
is
,
that
being
thoroughly
waked
,
they
get
up
wery
quietly
,
and
walk
away
!
Beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
suddenly
breaking
off
in
his
loquacious
discourse
.
‘
Is
this
Bury
St
.
Edmunds
?
’
‘
It
is
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
The
coach
rattled
through
the
well
-
paved
streets
of
a
handsome
little
town
,
of
thriving
and
cleanly
appearance
,
and
stopped
before
a
large
inn
situated
in
a
wide
open
street
,
nearly
facing
the
old
abbey
.
‘
And
this
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
up
.
‘
Is
the
Angel
!
We
alight
here
,
Sam
.
But
some
caution
is
necessary
.
Order
a
private
room
,
and
do
not
mention
my
name
.
You
understand
.
’
‘
Right
as
a
trivet
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
a
wink
of
intelligence
;
and
having
dragged
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
portmanteau
from
the
hind
boot
,
into
which
it
had
been
hastily
thrown
when
they
joined
the
coach
at
Eatanswill
,
Mr
.
Weller
disappeared
on
his
errand
.
A
private
room
was
speedily
engaged
;
and
into
it
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
ushered
without
delay
.
‘
Now
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
the
first
thing
to
be
done
is
to
—
’
‘
Order
dinner
,
Sir
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
It
’
s
wery
late
,
sir
.
"
