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‘
On
a
far
less
pleasant
errand
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
the
colour
mounting
to
his
face
at
the
recollection
.
‘
I
have
come
down
here
,
Sir
,
to
expose
the
treachery
and
falsehood
of
an
individual
,
upon
whose
truth
and
honour
I
placed
implicit
reliance
.
’
‘
Dear
me
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
,
‘
that
’
s
very
unpleasant
.
It
is
a
lady
,
I
presume
?
Eh
?
ah
!
Sly
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
sly
.
Well
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
sir
,
I
wouldn
’
t
probe
your
feelings
for
the
world
.
Painful
subjects
,
these
,
sir
,
very
painful
.
Don
’
t
mind
me
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
if
you
wish
to
give
vent
to
your
feelings
.
I
know
what
it
is
to
be
jilted
,
Sir
;
I
have
endured
that
sort
of
thing
three
or
four
times
.
’
‘
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
for
your
condolence
on
what
you
presume
to
be
my
melancholy
case
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
winding
up
his
watch
,
and
laying
it
on
the
table
,
‘
but
—
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
,
‘
not
a
word
more
;
it
’
s
a
painful
subject
.
I
see
,
I
see
.
What
’
s
the
time
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
?
’
‘
Past
twelve
.
’
‘
Dear
me
,
it
’
s
time
to
go
to
bed
.
It
will
never
do
,
sitting
here
.
I
shall
be
pale
to
-
morrow
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
’
At
the
bare
notion
of
such
a
calamity
,
Mr
.
Peter
Magnus
rang
the
bell
for
the
chambermaid
;
and
the
striped
bag
,
the
red
bag
,
the
leathern
hat
-
box
,
and
the
brown
-
paper
parcel
,
having
been
conveyed
to
his
bedroom
,
he
retired
in
company
with
a
japanned
candlestick
,
to
one
side
of
the
house
,
while
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
another
japanned
candlestick
,
were
conducted
through
a
multitude
of
tortuous
windings
,
to
another
.
‘
This
is
your
room
,
sir
,
’
said
the
chambermaid
.
‘
Very
well
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
round
him
.
It
was
a
tolerably
large
double
-
bedded
room
,
with
a
fire
;
upon
the
whole
,
a
more
comfortable
-
looking
apartment
than
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
short
experience
of
the
accommodations
of
the
Great
White
Horse
had
led
him
to
expect
.
‘
Nobody
sleeps
in
the
other
bed
,
of
course
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
