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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
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‘
I
don
’
t
care
whether
it
’
s
unsportsmanlike
or
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
I
am
not
going
to
be
shot
in
a
wheel
-
barrow
,
for
the
sake
of
appearances
,
to
please
anybody
.
’
‘
I
know
the
gentleman
’
ll
put
that
‘
ere
charge
into
somebody
afore
he
’
s
done
,
’
growled
the
long
man
.
‘
Well
,
well
—
I
don
’
t
mind
,
’
said
poor
Winkle
,
turning
his
gun
-
stock
uppermost
—
‘
there
.
’
‘
Anythin
’
for
a
quiet
life
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
;
and
on
they
went
again
.
‘
Stop
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
they
had
gone
a
few
yards
farther
.
‘
What
now
?
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
That
gun
of
Tupman
’
s
is
not
safe
:
I
know
it
isn
’
t
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Eh
?
What
!
not
safe
?
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
in
a
tone
of
great
alarm
.
‘
Not
as
you
are
carrying
it
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
am
very
sorry
to
make
any
further
objection
,
but
I
cannot
consent
to
go
on
,
unless
you
carry
it
as
Winkle
does
his
.
’
‘
I
think
you
had
better
,
sir
,
’
said
the
long
gamekeeper
,
‘
or
you
’
re
quite
as
likely
to
lodge
the
charge
in
yourself
as
in
anything
else
.
’
