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‘
I
used
to
do
so
,
on
the
gutters
,
when
I
was
a
boy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Try
it
now
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
Oh
,
do
,
please
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
!
’
cried
all
the
ladies
.
‘
I
should
be
very
happy
to
afford
you
any
amusement
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
but
I
haven
’
t
done
such
a
thing
these
thirty
years
.
’
‘
Pooh
!
pooh
!
Nonsense
!
’
said
Wardle
,
dragging
off
his
skates
with
the
impetuosity
which
characterised
all
his
proceedings
.
‘
Here
;
I
’
ll
keep
you
company
;
come
along
!
’
And
away
went
the
good
-
tempered
old
fellow
down
the
slide
,
with
a
rapidity
which
came
very
close
upon
Mr
.
Weller
,
and
beat
the
fat
boy
all
to
nothing
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
paused
,
considered
,
pulled
off
his
gloves
and
put
them
in
his
hat
;
took
two
or
three
short
runs
,
baulked
himself
as
often
,
and
at
last
took
another
run
,
and
went
slowly
and
gravely
down
the
slide
,
with
his
feet
about
a
yard
and
a
quarter
apart
,
amidst
the
gratified
shouts
of
all
the
spectators
.
‘
Keep
the
pot
a
-
bilin
’
,
Sir
!
’
said
Sam
;
and
down
went
Wardle
again
,
and
then
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
then
Sam
,
and
then
Mr
.
Winkle
,
and
then
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
and
then
the
fat
boy
,
and
then
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
following
closely
upon
each
other
’
s
heels
,
and
running
after
each
other
with
as
much
eagerness
as
if
their
future
prospects
in
life
depended
on
their
expedition
.
It
was
the
most
intensely
interesting
thing
,
to
observe
the
manner
in
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
performed
his
share
in
the
ceremony
;
to
watch
the
torture
of
anxiety
with
which
he
viewed
the
person
behind
,
gaining
upon
him
at
the
imminent
hazard
of
tripping
him
up
;
to
see
him
gradually
expend
the
painful
force
he
had
put
on
at
first
,
and
turn
slowly
round
on
the
slide
,
with
his
face
towards
the
point
from
which
he
had
started
;
to
contemplate
the
playful
smile
which
mantled
on
his
face
when
he
had
accomplished
the
distance
,
and
the
eagerness
with
which
he
turned
round
when
he
had
done
so
,
and
ran
after
his
predecessor
,
his
black
gaiters
tripping
pleasantly
through
the
snow
,
and
his
eyes
beaming
cheerfulness
and
gladness
through
his
spectacles
.
And
when
he
was
knocked
down
(
which
happened
upon
the
average
every
third
round
)
,
it
was
the
most
invigorating
sight
that
can
possibly
be
imagined
,
to
behold
him
gather
up
his
hat
,
gloves
,
and
handkerchief
,
with
a
glowing
countenance
,
and
resume
his
station
in
the
rank
,
with
an
ardour
and
enthusiasm
that
nothing
Could
abate
.
The
sport
was
at
its
height
,
the
sliding
was
at
the
quickest
,
the
laughter
was
at
the
loudest
,
when
a
sharp
smart
crack
was
heard
.
There
was
a
quick
rush
towards
the
bank
,
a
wild
scream
from
the
ladies
,
and
a
shout
from
Mr
.
Tupman
.
A
large
mass
of
ice
disappeared
;
the
water
bubbled
up
over
it
;
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
hat
,
gloves
,
and
handkerchief
were
floating
on
the
surface
;
and
this
was
all
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
that
anybody
could
see
.
Dismay
and
anguish
were
depicted
on
every
countenance
;
the
males
turned
pale
,
and
the
females
fainted
;
Mr
.
Snodgrass
and
Mr
.
Winkle
grasped
each
other
by
the
hand
,
and
gazed
at
the
spot
where
their
leader
had
gone
down
,
with
frenzied
eagerness
;
while
Mr
.
Tupman
,
by
way
of
rendering
the
promptest
assistance
,
and
at
the
same
time
conveying
to
any
persons
who
might
be
within
hearing
,
the
clearest
possible
notion
of
the
catastrophe
,
ran
off
across
the
country
at
his
utmost
speed
,
screaming
‘
Fire
!
’
with
all
his
might
.
