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- Чарльз Диккенс
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‘
Then
I
’
ll
commit
him
—
I
’
ll
commit
him
as
such
,
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
‘
This
is
a
wery
impartial
country
for
justice
,
‘
said
Sam
.
‘
There
ain
’
t
a
magistrate
goin
’
as
don
’
t
commit
himself
twice
as
he
commits
other
people
.
’
At
this
sally
another
special
laughed
,
and
then
tried
to
look
so
supernaturally
solemn
,
that
the
magistrate
detected
him
immediately
.
‘
Grummer
,
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
,
reddening
with
passion
,
‘
how
dare
you
select
such
an
inefficient
and
disreputable
person
for
a
special
constable
,
as
that
man
?
How
dare
you
do
it
,
Sir
?
’
‘
I
am
very
sorry
,
your
Wash
-
up
,
’
stammered
Grummer
.
‘
Very
sorry
!
’
said
the
furious
magistrate
.
‘
You
shall
repent
of
this
neglect
of
duty
,
Mr
.
Grummer
;
you
shall
be
made
an
example
of
.
Take
that
fellow
’
s
staff
away
.
He
’
s
drunk
.
You
’
re
drunk
,
fellow
.
’
‘
I
am
not
drunk
,
your
Worship
,
’
said
the
man
.
‘
You
ARE
drunk
,
’
returned
the
magistrate
.
‘
How
dare
you
say
you
are
not
drunk
,
Sir
,
when
I
say
you
are
?
Doesn
’
t
he
smell
of
spirits
,
Grummer
?
’
‘
Horrid
,
your
Wash
-
up
,
’
replied
Grummer
,
who
had
a
vague
impression
that
there
was
a
smell
of
rum
somewhere
.
