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‘
Hum
—
eh
—
what
’
s
that
?
’
said
the
strange
man
.
‘
I
made
an
observation
to
my
friend
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
always
ready
to
enter
into
conversation
.
‘
I
wondered
at
what
house
the
Bath
coach
put
up
.
Perhaps
you
can
inform
me
.
’
‘
Are
you
going
to
Bath
?
’
said
the
strange
man
.
‘
I
am
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
And
those
other
gentlemen
?
’
‘
They
are
going
also
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Not
inside
—
I
’
ll
be
damned
if
you
’
re
going
inside
,
’
said
the
strange
man
.
‘
Not
all
of
us
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
,
not
all
of
you
,
’
said
the
strange
man
emphatically
.
‘
I
’
ve
taken
two
places
.
If
they
try
to
squeeze
six
people
into
an
infernal
box
that
only
holds
four
,
I
’
ll
take
a
post
-
chaise
and
bring
an
action
.
I
’
ve
paid
my
fare
.
It
won
’
t
do
;
I
told
the
clerk
when
I
took
my
places
that
it
wouldn
’
t
do
.
I
know
these
things
have
been
done
.
I
know
they
are
done
every
day
;
but
I
never
was
done
,
and
I
never
will
be
.
Those
who
know
me
best
,
best
know
it
;
crush
me
!
’
Here
the
fierce
gentleman
rang
the
bell
with
great
violence
,
and
told
the
waiter
he
’
d
better
bring
the
toast
in
five
seconds
,
or
he
’
d
know
the
reason
why
.
‘
My
good
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
you
will
allow
me
to
observe
that
this
is
a
very
unnecessary
display
of
excitement
.
I
have
only
taken
places
inside
for
two
.
’
