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‘
Now
,
will
you
get
up
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Excuse
me
,
’
replied
Magnus
,
standing
on
the
wheel
.
‘
Excuse
me
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
I
cannot
consent
to
get
up
,
in
this
state
of
uncertainty
.
I
am
quite
satisfied
from
that
man
’
s
manner
,
that
the
leather
hat
-
box
is
not
in
.
’
The
solemn
protestations
of
the
hostler
being
wholly
unavailing
,
the
leather
hat
-
box
was
obliged
to
be
raked
up
from
the
lowest
depth
of
the
boot
,
to
satisfy
him
that
it
had
been
safely
packed
;
and
after
he
had
been
assured
on
this
head
,
he
felt
a
solemn
presentiment
,
first
,
that
the
red
bag
was
mislaid
,
and
next
that
the
striped
bag
had
been
stolen
,
and
then
that
the
brown
-
paper
parcel
‘
had
come
untied
.
’
At
length
when
he
had
received
ocular
demonstration
of
the
groundless
nature
of
each
and
every
of
these
suspicions
,
he
consented
to
climb
up
to
the
roof
of
the
coach
,
observing
that
now
he
had
taken
everything
off
his
mind
,
he
felt
quite
comfortable
and
happy
.
‘
You
’
re
given
to
nervousness
,
ain
’
t
you
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
eyeing
the
stranger
askance
,
as
he
mounted
to
his
place
.
‘
Yes
;
I
always
am
rather
about
these
little
matters
,
’
said
the
stranger
,
‘
but
I
am
all
right
now
—
quite
right
.
’
‘
Well
,
that
’
s
a
blessin
’
,
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Sammy
,
help
your
master
up
to
the
box
;
t
’
other
leg
,
Sir
,
that
’
s
it
;
give
us
your
hand
,
Sir
.
Up
with
you
.
You
was
a
lighter
weight
when
you
was
a
boy
,
sir
.
’
‘
True
enough
,
that
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
the
breathless
Mr
.
Pickwick
good
-
humouredly
,
as
he
took
his
seat
on
the
box
beside
him
.
‘
Jump
up
in
front
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Now
Villam
,
run
’
em
out
.
Take
care
o
’
the
archvay
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
"
Heads
,
"
as
the
pieman
says
.
That
’
ll
do
,
Villam
.
Let
’
em
alone
.
’
And
away
went
the
coach
up
Whitechapel
,
to
the
admiration
of
the
whole
population
of
that
pretty
densely
populated
quarter
.
‘
Not
a
wery
nice
neighbourhood
,
this
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
with
a
touch
of
the
hat
,
which
always
preceded
his
entering
into
conversation
with
his
master
.
‘
It
is
not
indeed
,
Sam
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
surveying
the
crowded
and
filthy
street
through
which
they
were
passing
.
‘
It
’
s
a
wery
remarkable
circumstance
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
that
poverty
and
oysters
always
seem
to
go
together
.
’
