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- Чарльз Диккенс
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‘
First
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
sending
a
look
through
his
spectacles
,
under
which
even
Nupkins
quailed
,
‘
first
,
I
wish
to
know
what
I
and
my
friend
have
been
brought
here
for
?
’
‘
Must
I
tell
him
?
’
whispered
the
magistrate
to
Jinks
.
‘
I
think
you
had
better
,
sir
,
’
whispered
Jinks
to
the
magistrate
.
‘
An
information
has
been
sworn
before
me
,
’
said
the
magistrate
,
‘
that
it
is
apprehended
you
are
going
to
fight
a
duel
,
and
that
the
other
man
,
Tupman
,
is
your
aider
and
abettor
in
it
.
Therefore
—
eh
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
sir
.
’
‘
Therefore
,
I
call
upon
you
both
,
to
—
I
think
that
’
s
the
course
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
Sir
.
’
‘
To
—
to
—
what
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
said
the
magistrate
pettishly
.
‘
To
find
bail
,
sir
.
’
‘
Yes
.
Therefore
,
I
call
upon
you
both
—
as
I
was
about
to
say
when
I
was
interrupted
by
my
clerk
—
to
find
bail
.
’
‘
Good
bail
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Jinks
.
‘
I
shall
require
good
bail
,
’
said
the
magistrate
.
