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‘
With
great
pleasure
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
the
satisfaction
of
whose
countenance
,
after
drinking
it
,
bore
testimony
to
the
sincerity
of
the
reply
.
‘
Good
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
smacking
his
lips
.
‘
Very
good
.
I
’
ll
take
another
.
Cool
;
very
cool
.
Come
,
gentlemen
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
still
retaining
his
hold
upon
the
jar
,
‘
a
toast
.
Our
friends
at
Dingley
Dell
.
’
The
toast
was
drunk
with
loud
acclamations
.
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
I
shall
do
,
to
get
up
my
shooting
again
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
who
was
eating
bread
and
ham
with
a
pocket
-
knife
.
‘
I
’
ll
put
a
stuffed
partridge
on
the
top
of
a
post
,
and
practise
at
it
,
beginning
at
a
short
distance
,
and
lengthening
it
by
degrees
.
I
understand
it
’
s
capital
practice
.
’
‘
I
know
a
gen
’
l
’
man
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
as
did
that
,
and
begun
at
two
yards
;
but
he
never
tried
it
on
agin
;
for
he
blowed
the
bird
right
clean
away
at
the
first
fire
,
and
nobody
ever
seed
a
feather
on
him
arterwards
.
’
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Have
the
goodness
to
reserve
your
anecdotes
till
they
are
called
for
.
’
‘
Cert
’
nly
,
sir
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Weller
winked
the
eye
which
was
not
concealed
by
the
beer
-
can
he
was
raising
to
his
lips
,
with
such
exquisite
facetiousness
,
that
the
two
boys
went
into
spontaneous
convulsions
,
and
even
the
long
man
condescended
to
smile
.
