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‘
There
,
then
,
’
said
the
fat
boy
,
putting
the
reins
in
his
hand
,
and
pointing
up
a
lane
,
‘
it
’
s
as
straight
as
you
can
go
;
you
can
’
t
miss
it
.
’
With
these
words
,
the
fat
boy
laid
himself
affectionately
down
by
the
side
of
the
cod
-
fish
,
and
,
placing
an
oyster
-
barrel
under
his
head
for
a
pillow
,
fell
asleep
instantaneously
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
of
all
the
cool
boys
ever
I
set
my
eyes
on
,
this
here
young
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
is
the
coolest
.
Come
,
wake
up
,
young
dropsy
!
’
But
as
young
dropsy
evinced
no
symptoms
of
returning
animation
,
Sam
Weller
sat
himself
down
in
front
of
the
cart
,
and
starting
the
old
horse
with
a
jerk
of
the
rein
,
jogged
steadily
on
,
towards
the
Manor
Farm
.
Meanwhile
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
having
walked
their
blood
into
active
circulation
,
proceeded
cheerfully
on
.
The
paths
were
hard
;
the
grass
was
crisp
and
frosty
;
the
air
had
a
fine
,
dry
,
bracing
coldness
;
and
the
rapid
approach
of
the
gray
twilight
(
slate
-
coloured
is
a
better
term
in
frosty
weather
)
made
them
look
forward
with
pleasant
anticipation
to
the
comforts
which
awaited
them
at
their
hospitable
entertainer
’
s
.
It
was
the
sort
of
afternoon
that
might
induce
a
couple
of
elderly
gentlemen
,
in
a
lonely
field
,
to
take
off
their
greatcoats
and
play
at
leap
-
frog
in
pure
lightness
of
heart
and
gaiety
;
and
we
firmly
believe
that
had
Mr
.
Tupman
at
that
moment
proffered
‘
a
back
,
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
would
have
accepted
his
offer
with
the
utmost
avidity
.
However
,
Mr
.
Tupman
did
not
volunteer
any
such
accommodation
,
and
the
friends
walked
on
,
conversing
merrily
.
As
they
turned
into
a
lane
they
had
to
cross
,
the
sound
of
many
voices
burst
upon
their
ears
;
and
before
they
had
even
had
time
to
form
a
guess
to
whom
they
belonged
,
they
walked
into
the
very
centre
of
the
party
who
were
expecting
their
arrival
—
a
fact
which
was
first
notified
to
the
Pickwickians
,
by
the
loud
‘
Hurrah
,
’
which
burst
from
old
Wardle
’
s
lips
,
when
they
appeared
in
sight
.
First
,
there
was
Wardle
himself
,
looking
,
if
that
were
possible
,
more
jolly
than
ever
;
then
there
were
Bella
and
her
faithful
Trundle
;
and
,
lastly
,
there
were
Emily
and
some
eight
or
ten
young
ladies
,
who
had
all
come
down
to
the
wedding
,
which
was
to
take
place
next
day
,
and
who
were
in
as
happy
and
important
a
state
as
young
ladies
usually
are
,
on
such
momentous
occasions
;
and
they
were
,
one
and
all
,
startling
the
fields
and
lanes
,
far
and
wide
,
with
their
frolic
and
laughter
.
The
ceremony
of
introduction
,
under
such
circumstances
,
was
very
soon
performed
,
or
we
should
rather
say
that
the
introduction
was
soon
over
,
without
any
ceremony
at
all
.
In
two
minutes
thereafter
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
joking
with
the
young
ladies
who
wouldn
’
t
come
over
the
stile
while
he
looked
—
or
who
,
having
pretty
feet
and
unexceptionable
ankles
,
preferred
standing
on
the
top
rail
for
five
minutes
or
so
,
declaring
that
they
were
too
frightened
to
move
—
with
as
much
ease
and
absence
of
reserve
or
constraint
,
as
if
he
had
known
them
for
life
.
It
is
worthy
of
remark
,
too
,
that
Mr
.
Snodgrass
offered
Emily
far
more
assistance
than
the
absolute
terrors
of
the
stile
(
although
it
was
full
three
feet
high
,
and
had
only
a
couple
of
stepping
-
stones
)
would
seem
to
require
;
while
one
black
-
eyed
young
lady
in
a
very
nice
little
pair
of
boots
with
fur
round
the
top
,
was
observed
to
scream
very
loudly
,
when
Mr
.
Winkle
offered
to
help
her
over
.
