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‘
Have
you
come
far
this
morning
,
gentlemen
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Blue
Lion
at
Muggleton
,
’
briefly
responded
Mr
.
Allen
.
‘
You
should
have
joined
us
last
night
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
So
we
should
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
,
‘
but
the
brandy
was
too
good
to
leave
in
a
hurry
;
wasn
’
t
it
,
Ben
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
;
‘
and
the
cigars
were
not
bad
,
or
the
pork
-
chops
either
;
were
they
,
Bob
?
’
‘
Decidedly
not
,
’
said
Bob
.
The
particular
friends
resumed
their
attack
upon
the
breakfast
,
more
freely
than
before
,
as
if
the
recollection
of
last
night
’
s
supper
had
imparted
a
new
relish
to
the
meal
.
‘
Peg
away
,
Bob
,
’
said
Mr
.
Allen
,
to
his
companion
,
encouragingly
.
‘
So
I
do
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
.
And
so
,
to
do
him
justice
,
he
did
.
‘
Nothing
like
dissecting
,
to
give
one
an
appetite
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
looking
round
the
table
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
slightly
shuddered
.
