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‘
And
Winkle
?
‘
added
Mr
.
Tupman
.
‘
Here
we
are
!
’
exclaimed
that
gentleman
,
emerging
with
his
pretty
companion
from
the
corner
;
as
he
did
so
,
it
would
have
been
hard
to
tell
which
was
the
redder
in
the
face
,
he
or
the
young
lady
with
the
black
eyes
.
‘
What
an
extraordinary
thing
it
is
,
Winkle
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
rather
pettishly
,
‘
that
you
couldn
’
t
have
taken
your
place
before
.
’
‘
Not
at
all
extraordinary
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
very
expressive
smile
,
as
his
eyes
rested
on
Arabella
,
‘
well
,
I
don
’
t
know
that
it
WAS
extraordinary
,
either
,
after
all
.
’
However
,
there
was
no
time
to
think
more
about
the
matter
,
for
the
fiddles
and
harp
began
in
real
earnest
.
Away
went
Mr
.
Pickwick
—
hands
across
—
down
the
middle
to
the
very
end
of
the
room
,
and
half
-
way
up
the
chimney
,
back
again
to
the
door
—
poussette
everywhere
—
loud
stamp
on
the
ground
—
ready
for
the
next
couple
—
off
again
—
all
the
figure
over
once
more
—
another
stamp
to
beat
out
the
time
—
next
couple
,
and
the
next
,
and
the
next
again
—
never
was
such
going
;
at
last
,
after
they
had
reached
the
bottom
of
the
dance
,
and
full
fourteen
couple
after
the
old
lady
had
retired
in
an
exhausted
state
,
and
the
clergyman
’
s
wife
had
been
substituted
in
her
stead
,
did
that
gentleman
,
when
there
was
no
demand
whatever
on
his
exertions
,
keep
perpetually
dancing
in
his
place
,
to
keep
time
to
the
music
,
smiling
on
his
partner
all
the
while
with
a
blandness
of
demeanour
which
baffles
all
description
.
Long
before
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
weary
of
dancing
,
the
newly
–
married
couple
had
retired
from
the
scene
.
There
was
a
glorious
supper
downstairs
,
notwithstanding
,
and
a
good
long
sitting
after
it
;
and
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
awoke
,
late
the
next
morning
,
he
had
a
confused
recollection
of
having
,
severally
and
confidentially
,
invited
somewhere
about
five
-
and
-
forty
people
to
dine
with
him
at
the
George
and
Vulture
,
the
very
first
time
they
came
to
London
;
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
rightly
considered
a
pretty
certain
indication
of
his
having
taken
something
besides
exercise
,
on
the
previous
night
.
‘
And
so
your
family
has
games
in
the
kitchen
to
-
night
,
my
dear
,
has
they
?
’
inquired
Sam
of
Emma
.
‘
Yes
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
replied
Emma
;
‘
we
always
have
on
Christmas
Eve
.
Master
wouldn
’
t
neglect
to
keep
it
up
on
any
account
.
’
‘
Your
master
’
s
a
wery
pretty
notion
of
keeping
anythin
’
up
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
I
never
see
such
a
sensible
sort
of
man
as
he
is
,
or
such
a
reg
’
lar
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
’
‘
Oh
,
that
he
is
!
’
said
the
fat
boy
,
joining
in
the
conversation
;
‘
don
’
t
he
breed
nice
pork
!
’
The
fat
youth
gave
a
semi
-
cannibalic
leer
at
Mr
.
Weller
,
as
he
thought
of
the
roast
legs
and
gravy
.
