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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
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‘
By
the
bye
,
Bob
,
’
said
Mr
.
Allen
,
‘
have
you
finished
that
leg
yet
?
’
‘
Nearly
,
’
replied
Sawyer
,
helping
himself
to
half
a
fowl
as
he
spoke
.
‘
It
’
s
a
very
muscular
one
for
a
child
’
s
.
’
‘
Is
it
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Allen
carelessly
.
‘
Very
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
his
mouth
full
.
‘
I
’
ve
put
my
name
down
for
an
arm
at
our
place
,
’
said
Mr
.
Allen
.
‘
We
’
re
clubbing
for
a
subject
,
and
the
list
is
nearly
full
,
only
we
can
’
t
get
hold
of
any
fellow
that
wants
a
head
.
I
wish
you
’
d
take
it
.
’
‘
No
,
’
replied
‘
Bob
Sawyer
;
‘
can
’
t
afford
expensive
luxuries
.
’
‘
Nonsense
!
’
said
Allen
.
‘
Can
’
t
,
indeed
,
’
rejoined
Bob
Sawyer
,
‘
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
a
brain
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
stand
a
whole
head
.
’
‘
Hush
,
hush
,
gentlemen
,
pray
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
hear
the
ladies
.
’
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
spoke
,
the
ladies
,
gallantly
escorted
by
Messrs
.
Snodgrass
,
Winkle
,
and
Tupman
,
returned
from
an
early
walk
.
‘
Why
,
Ben
!
’
said
Arabella
,
in
a
tone
which
expressed
more
surprise
than
pleasure
at
the
sight
of
her
brother
.
