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‘
No
!
’
‘
No
;
wouldn
’
t
do
,
you
know
,
after
having
just
come
off
a
journey
.
Wait
till
to
-
morrow
,
sir
;
double
the
chance
then
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
Sir
,
there
is
a
suit
of
clothes
in
that
bag
,
and
a
hat
in
that
box
,
which
,
I
expect
,
in
the
effect
they
will
produce
,
will
be
invaluable
to
me
,
sir
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Yes
;
you
must
have
observed
my
anxiety
about
them
to
-
day
.
I
do
not
believe
that
such
another
suit
of
clothes
,
and
such
a
hat
,
could
be
bought
for
money
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
congratulated
the
fortunate
owner
of
the
irresistible
garments
on
their
acquisition
;
and
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
remained
a
few
moments
apparently
absorbed
in
contemplation
.
‘
She
’
s
a
fine
creature
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
.
‘
Is
she
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Very
,
’
said
Mr
.
Magnus
.
‘
very
.
She
lives
about
twenty
miles
from
here
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
I
heard
she
would
be
here
to
-
night
and
all
to
-
morrow
forenoon
,
and
came
down
to
seize
the
opportunity
.
I
think
an
inn
is
a
good
sort
of
a
place
to
propose
to
a
single
woman
in
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
She
is
more
likely
to
feel
the
loneliness
of
her
situation
in
travelling
,
perhaps
,
than
she
would
be
at
home
.
What
do
you
think
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
?
’
‘
I
think
it
is
very
probable
,
’
replied
that
gentleman
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
,
‘
but
I
am
naturally
rather
curious
;
what
may
you
have
come
down
here
for
?
’
