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‘
Only
a
man
fallen
out
of
a
four
pair
of
stairs
’
window
;
but
it
’
s
a
very
fair
case
indeed
.
’
‘
Do
you
mean
that
the
patient
is
in
a
fair
way
to
recover
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Hopkins
carelessly
.
‘
No
,
I
should
rather
say
he
wouldn
’
t
.
There
must
be
a
splendid
operation
,
though
,
to
-
morrow
—
magnificent
sight
if
Slasher
does
it
.
’
‘
You
consider
Mr
.
Slasher
a
good
operator
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Best
alive
,
’
replied
Hopkins
.
‘
Took
a
boy
’
s
leg
out
of
the
socket
last
week
—
boy
ate
five
apples
and
a
gingerbread
cake
—
exactly
two
minutes
after
it
was
all
over
,
boy
said
he
wouldn
’
t
lie
there
to
be
made
game
of
,
and
he
’
d
tell
his
mother
if
they
didn
’
t
begin
.
’
‘
Dear
me
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
astonished
.
‘
Pooh
!
That
’
s
nothing
,
that
ain
’
t
,
’
said
Jack
Hopkins
.
‘
Is
it
,
Bob
?
’
‘
Nothing
at
all
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
By
the
bye
,
Bob
,
’
said
Hopkins
,
with
a
scarcely
perceptible
glance
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
attentive
face
,
‘
we
had
a
curious
accident
last
night
.
A
child
was
brought
in
,
who
had
swallowed
a
necklace
.
’
‘
Swallowed
what
,
Sir
?
’
interrupted
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
A
necklace
,
’
replied
Jack
Hopkins
.
‘
Not
all
at
once
,
you
know
,
that
would
be
too
much
—
you
couldn
’
t
swallow
that
,
if
the
child
did
—
eh
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
?
ha
,
ha
!
’
Mr
.
Hopkins
appeared
highly
gratified
with
his
own
pleasantry
,
and
continued
—
‘
No
,
the
way
was
this
.
Child
’
s
parents
were
poor
people
who
lived
in
a
court
.
Child
’
s
eldest
sister
bought
a
necklace
—
common
necklace
,
made
of
large
black
wooden
beads
.
Child
being
fond
of
toys
,
cribbed
the
necklace
,
hid
it
,
played
with
it
,
cut
the
string
,
and
swallowed
a
bead
.
Child
thought
it
capital
fun
,
went
back
next
day
,
and
swallowed
another
bead
.
’
‘
Bless
my
heart
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
what
a
dreadful
thing
!
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
.
Go
on
.
’
