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‘
If
he
ever
comes
back
,
I
’
ll
poison
him
,
’
thought
Mr
.
Pott
,
as
he
turned
into
the
little
back
office
where
he
prepared
his
thunderbolts
.
‘
If
I
ever
do
come
back
,
and
mix
myself
up
with
these
people
again
,
‘
thought
Mr
.
Winkle
,
as
he
wended
his
way
to
the
Peacock
,
‘
I
shall
deserve
to
be
horsewhipped
myself
—
that
’
s
all
.
’
His
friends
were
ready
,
the
coach
was
nearly
so
,
and
in
half
an
hour
they
were
proceeding
on
their
journey
,
along
the
road
over
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Sam
had
so
recently
travelled
,
and
of
which
,
as
we
have
already
said
something
,
we
do
not
feel
called
upon
to
extract
Mr
.
Snodgrass
’
s
poetical
and
beautiful
description
.
Mr
.
Weller
was
standing
at
the
door
of
the
Angel
,
ready
to
receive
them
,
and
by
that
gentleman
they
were
ushered
to
the
apartment
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
where
,
to
the
no
small
surprise
of
Mr
.
Winkle
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
and
the
no
small
embarrassment
of
Mr
.
Tupman
,
they
found
old
Wardle
and
Trundle
.
‘
How
are
you
?
’
said
the
old
man
,
grasping
Mr
.
Tupman
’
s
hand
.
‘
Don
’
t
hang
back
,
or
look
sentimental
about
it
;
it
can
’
t
be
helped
,
old
fellow
.
For
her
sake
,
I
wish
you
’
d
had
her
;
for
your
own
,
I
’
m
very
glad
you
have
not
.
A
young
fellow
like
you
will
do
better
one
of
these
days
,
eh
?
’
With
this
conclusion
,
Wardle
slapped
Mr
.
Tupman
on
the
back
,
and
laughed
heartily
.
‘
Well
,
and
how
are
you
,
my
fine
fellows
?
’
said
the
old
gentleman
,
shaking
hands
with
Mr
.
Winkle
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
at
the
same
time
.
‘
I
have
just
been
telling
Pickwick
that
we
must
have
you
all
down
at
Christmas
.
We
’
re
going
to
have
a
wedding
—
a
real
wedding
this
time
.
’
‘
A
wedding
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
turning
very
pale
.
‘
Yes
,
a
wedding
.
But
don
’
t
be
frightened
,
’
said
the
good
-
humoured
old
man
;
‘
it
’
s
only
Trundle
there
,
and
Bella
.
’
‘
Oh
,
is
that
all
?
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
relieved
from
a
painful
doubt
which
had
fallen
heavily
on
his
breast
.
‘
Give
you
joy
,
Sir
.
How
is
Joe
?
’
‘
Very
well
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Sleepy
as
ever
.
