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‘
Where
did
you
tell
the
boy
to
meet
us
with
the
snack
,
Martin
?
’
inquired
Wardle
.
‘
Side
of
One
-
tree
Hill
,
at
twelve
o
’
clock
,
Sir
.
’
‘
That
’
s
not
Sir
Geoffrey
’
s
land
,
is
it
?
’
‘
No
,
Sir
;
but
it
’
s
close
by
it
.
It
’
s
Captain
Boldwig
’
s
land
;
but
there
’
ll
be
nobody
to
interrupt
us
,
and
there
’
s
a
fine
bit
of
turf
there
.
’
‘
Very
well
,
’
said
old
Wardle
.
‘
Now
the
sooner
we
’
re
off
the
better
.
Will
you
join
us
at
twelve
,
then
,
Pickwick
?
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
particularly
desirous
to
view
the
sport
,
the
more
especially
as
he
was
rather
anxious
in
respect
of
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
life
and
limbs
.
On
so
inviting
a
morning
,
too
,
it
was
very
tantalising
to
turn
back
,
and
leave
his
friends
to
enjoy
themselves
.
It
was
,
therefore
,
with
a
very
rueful
air
that
he
replied
—
‘
Why
,
I
suppose
I
must
.
’
‘
Ain
’
t
the
gentleman
a
shot
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
the
long
gamekeeper
.
‘
No
,
’
replied
Wardle
;
‘
and
he
’
s
lame
besides
.
’
‘
I
should
very
much
like
to
go
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
—
‘
very
much
.
’
