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She
drew
her
arm
coaxingly
through
the
old
man
’
s
,
and
whispered
something
in
his
ear
;
and
do
what
he
would
,
old
Lobbs
couldn
’
t
help
breaking
out
into
a
smile
,
while
a
tear
stole
down
his
cheek
at
the
same
time
.
‘
Five
minutes
after
this
,
the
girls
were
brought
down
from
the
bedroom
with
a
great
deal
of
giggling
and
modesty
;
and
while
the
young
people
were
making
themselves
perfectly
happy
,
old
Lobbs
got
down
the
pipe
,
and
smoked
it
;
and
it
was
a
remarkable
circumstance
about
that
particular
pipe
of
tobacco
,
that
it
was
the
most
soothing
and
delightful
one
he
ever
smoked
.
‘
Nathaniel
Pipkin
thought
it
best
to
keep
his
own
counsel
,
and
by
so
doing
gradually
rose
into
high
favour
with
old
Lobbs
.
who
taught
him
to
smoke
in
time
;
and
they
used
to
sit
out
in
the
garden
on
the
fine
evenings
,
for
many
years
afterwards
,
smoking
and
drinking
in
great
state
.
He
soon
recovered
the
effects
of
his
attachment
,
for
we
find
his
name
in
the
parish
register
,
as
a
witness
to
the
marriage
of
Maria
Lobbs
to
her
cousin
;
and
it
also
appears
,
by
reference
to
other
documents
,
that
on
the
night
of
the
wedding
he
was
incarcerated
in
the
village
cage
,
for
having
,
in
a
state
of
extreme
intoxication
,
committed
sundry
excesses
in
the
streets
,
in
all
of
which
he
was
aided
and
abetted
by
the
bony
apprentice
with
the
thin
legs
.
’
For
two
days
after
the
DEJEUNE
at
Mrs
.
Hunter
’
s
,
the
Pickwickians
remained
at
Eatanswill
,
anxiously
awaiting
the
arrival
of
some
intelligence
from
their
revered
leader
.
Mr
.
Tupman
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
were
once
again
left
to
their
own
means
of
amusement
;
for
Mr
.
Winkle
,
in
compliance
with
a
most
pressing
invitation
,
continued
to
reside
at
Mr
.
Pott
’
s
house
,
and
to
devote
his
time
to
the
companionship
of
his
amiable
lady
.
Nor
was
the
occasional
society
of
Mr
.
Pott
himself
wanting
to
complete
their
felicity
.
Deeply
immersed
in
the
intensity
of
his
speculations
for
the
public
weal
and
the
destruction
of
the
INDEPENDENT
,
it
was
not
the
habit
of
that
great
man
to
descend
from
his
mental
pinnacle
to
the
humble
level
of
ordinary
minds
.
On
this
occasion
,
however
,
and
as
if
expressly
in
compliment
to
any
follower
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
,
he
unbent
,
relaxed
,
stepped
down
from
his
pedestal
,
and
walked
upon
the
ground
,
benignly
adapting
his
remarks
to
the
comprehension
of
the
herd
,
and
seeming
in
outward
form
,
if
not
in
spirit
,
to
be
one
of
them
.
Such
having
been
the
demeanour
of
this
celebrated
public
character
towards
Mr
.
Winkle
,
it
will
be
readily
imagined
that
considerable
surprise
was
depicted
on
the
countenance
of
the
latter
gentleman
,
when
,
as
he
was
sitting
alone
in
the
breakfast
–
room
,
the
door
was
hastily
thrown
open
,
and
as
hastily
closed
,
on
the
entrance
of
Mr
.
Pott
,
who
,
stalking
majestically
towards
him
,
and
thrusting
aside
his
proffered
hand
,
ground
his
teeth
,
as
if
to
put
a
sharper
edge
on
what
he
was
about
to
utter
,
and
exclaimed
,
in
a
saw
-
like
voice
—
‘
Serpent
!
’
‘
Sir
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Winkle
,
starting
from
his
chair
.
‘
Serpent
,
Sir
,
’
repeated
Mr
.
Pott
,
raising
his
voice
,
and
then
suddenly
depressing
it
:
‘
I
said
,
serpent
,
sir
—
make
the
most
of
it
.
’
When
you
have
parted
with
a
man
at
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
on
terms
of
the
utmost
good
-
fellowship
,
and
he
meets
you
again
,
at
half
-
past
nine
,
and
greets
you
as
a
serpent
,
it
is
not
unreasonable
to
conclude
that
something
of
an
unpleasant
nature
has
occurred
meanwhile
.
So
Mr
.
Winkle
thought
.
He
returned
Mr
.
Pott
’
s
gaze
of
stone
,
and
in
compliance
with
that
gentleman
’
s
request
,
proceeded
to
make
the
most
he
could
of
the
‘
serpent
.
’
The
most
,
however
,
was
nothing
at
all
;
so
,
after
a
profound
silence
of
some
minutes
’
duration
,
he
said
—
‘
Serpent
,
Sir
!
Serpent
,
Mr
.
Pott
!
What
can
you
mean
,
Sir
?
—
this
is
pleasantry
.
’
