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‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
not
an
end
of
it
,
I
assure
you
;
for
I
must
hear
how
,
and
why
,
and
all
about
it
.
’
Wardle
smiled
,
as
every
head
was
bent
forward
to
hear
,
and
filling
out
the
wassail
with
no
stinted
hand
,
nodded
a
health
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
began
as
follows
—
But
bless
our
editorial
heart
,
what
a
long
chapter
we
have
been
betrayed
into
!
We
had
quite
forgotten
all
such
petty
restrictions
as
chapters
,
we
solemnly
declare
.
So
here
goes
,
to
give
the
goblin
a
fair
start
in
a
new
one
.
A
clear
stage
and
no
favour
for
the
goblins
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
if
you
please
.
In
an
old
abbey
town
,
down
in
this
part
of
the
country
,
a
long
,
long
while
ago
—
so
long
,
that
the
story
must
be
a
true
one
,
because
our
great
-
grandfathers
implicitly
believed
it
—
there
officiated
as
sexton
and
grave
-
digger
in
the
churchyard
,
one
Gabriel
Grub
.
It
by
no
means
follows
that
because
a
man
is
a
sexton
,
and
constantly
surrounded
by
the
emblems
of
mortality
,
therefore
he
should
be
a
morose
and
melancholy
man
;
your
undertakers
are
the
merriest
fellows
in
the
world
;
and
I
once
had
the
honour
of
being
on
intimate
terms
with
a
mute
,
who
in
private
life
,
and
off
duty
,
was
as
comical
and
jocose
a
little
fellow
as
ever
chirped
out
a
devil
-
may
-
care
song
,
without
a
hitch
in
his
memory
,
or
drained
off
a
good
stiff
glass
without
stopping
for
breath
.
But
notwithstanding
these
precedents
to
the
contrary
,
Gabriel
Grub
was
an
ill
-
conditioned
,
cross
-
grained
,
surly
fellow
—
a
morose
and
lonely
man
,
who
consorted
with
nobody
but
himself
,
and
an
old
wicker
bottle
which
fitted
into
his
large
deep
waistcoat
pocket
—
and
who
eyed
each
merry
face
,
as
it
passed
him
by
,
with
such
a
deep
scowl
of
malice
and
ill
-
humour
,
as
it
was
difficult
to
meet
without
feeling
something
the
worse
for
.
‘
A
little
before
twilight
,
one
Christmas
Eve
,
Gabriel
shouldered
his
spade
,
lighted
his
lantern
,
and
betook
himself
towards
the
old
churchyard
;
for
he
had
got
a
grave
to
finish
by
next
morning
,
and
,
feeling
very
low
,
he
thought
it
might
raise
his
spirits
,
perhaps
,
if
he
went
on
with
his
work
at
once
.
As
he
went
his
way
,
up
the
ancient
street
,
he
saw
the
cheerful
light
of
the
blazing
fires
gleam
through
the
old
casements
,
and
heard
the
loud
laugh
and
the
cheerful
shouts
of
those
who
were
assembled
around
them
;
he
marked
the
bustling
preparations
for
next
day
’
s
cheer
,
and
smelled
the
numerous
savoury
odours
consequent
thereupon
,
as
they
steamed
up
from
the
kitchen
windows
in
clouds
.
All
this
was
gall
and
wormwood
to
the
heart
of
Gabriel
Grub
;
and
when
groups
of
children
bounded
out
of
the
houses
,
tripped
across
the
road
,
and
were
met
,
before
they
could
knock
at
the
opposite
door
,
by
half
a
dozen
curly
-
headed
little
rascals
who
crowded
round
them
as
they
flocked
upstairs
to
spend
the
evening
in
their
Christmas
games
,
Gabriel
smiled
grimly
,
and
clutched
the
handle
of
his
spade
with
a
firmer
grasp
,
as
he
thought
of
measles
,
scarlet
fever
,
thrush
,
whooping
-
cough
,
and
a
good
many
other
sources
of
consolation
besides
.
‘
In
this
happy
frame
of
mind
,
Gabriel
strode
along
,
returning
a
short
,
sullen
growl
to
the
good
-
humoured
greetings
of
such
of
his
neighbours
as
now
and
then
passed
him
,
until
he
turned
into
the
dark
lane
which
led
to
the
churchyard
.
Now
,
Gabriel
had
been
looking
forward
to
reaching
the
dark
lane
,
because
it
was
,
generally
speaking
,
a
nice
,
gloomy
,
mournful
place
,
into
which
the
townspeople
did
not
much
care
to
go
,
except
in
broad
daylight
,
and
when
the
sun
was
shining
;
consequently
,
he
was
not
a
little
indignant
to
hear
a
young
urchin
roaring
out
some
jolly
song
about
a
merry
Christmas
,
in
this
very
sanctuary
which
had
been
called
Coffin
Lane
ever
since
the
days
of
the
old
abbey
,
and
the
time
of
the
shaven
-
headed
monks
.
As
Gabriel
walked
on
,
and
the
voice
drew
nearer
,
he
found
it
proceeded
from
a
small
boy
,
who
was
hurrying
along
,
to
join
one
of
the
little
parties
in
the
old
street
,
and
who
,
partly
to
keep
himself
company
,
and
partly
to
prepare
himself
for
the
occasion
,
was
shouting
out
the
song
at
the
highest
pitch
of
his
lungs
.
So
Gabriel
waited
until
the
boy
came
up
,
and
then
dodged
him
into
a
corner
,
and
rapped
him
over
the
head
with
his
lantern
five
or
six
times
,
just
to
teach
him
to
modulate
his
voice
.
And
as
the
boy
hurried
away
with
his
hand
to
his
head
,
singing
quite
a
different
sort
of
tune
,
Gabriel
Grub
chuckled
very
heartily
to
himself
,
and
entered
the
churchyard
,
locking
the
gate
behind
him
.
‘
He
took
off
his
coat
,
set
down
his
lantern
,
and
getting
into
the
unfinished
grave
,
worked
at
it
for
an
hour
or
so
with
right
good
-
will
.
But
the
earth
was
hardened
with
the
frost
,
and
it
was
no
very
easy
matter
to
break
it
up
,
and
shovel
it
out
;
and
although
there
was
a
moon
,
it
was
a
very
young
one
,
and
shed
little
light
upon
the
grave
,
which
was
in
the
shadow
of
the
church
.
At
any
other
time
,
these
obstacles
would
have
made
Gabriel
Grub
very
moody
and
miserable
,
but
he
was
so
well
pleased
with
having
stopped
the
small
boy
’
s
singing
,
that
he
took
little
heed
of
the
scanty
progress
he
had
made
,
and
looked
down
into
the
grave
,
when
he
had
finished
work
for
the
night
,
with
grim
satisfaction
,
murmuring
as
he
gathered
up
his
things
—
