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Pickwick
,
quite
staggered
by
the
coincidence
;
‘
what
a
very
extraordinary
thing
!
’
‘
Yes
,
but
that
ain
’
t
all
,
’
said
Sam
,
again
directing
his
master
’
s
attention
to
the
coach
door
;
‘
not
content
vith
writin
’
up
"
Pick
–
wick
,
"
they
puts
"
Moses
"
afore
it
,
vich
I
call
addin
’
insult
to
injury
,
as
the
parrot
said
ven
they
not
only
took
him
from
his
native
land
,
but
made
him
talk
the
English
langwidge
arterwards
.
’
‘
It
’
s
odd
enough
,
certainly
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
but
if
we
stand
talking
here
,
we
shall
lose
our
places
.
’
‘
Wot
,
ain
’
t
nothin
’
to
be
done
in
consequence
,
sir
?
’
exclaimed
Sam
,
perfectly
aghast
at
the
coolness
with
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
prepared
to
ensconce
himself
inside
.
‘
Done
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
What
should
be
done
?
’
‘
Ain
’
t
nobody
to
be
whopped
for
takin
’
this
here
liberty
,
sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
who
had
expected
that
at
least
he
would
have
been
commissioned
to
challenge
the
guard
and
the
coachman
to
a
pugilistic
encounter
on
the
spot
.
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
eagerly
;
‘
not
on
any
account
.
Jump
up
to
your
seat
directly
.
’
‘
I
am
wery
much
afeered
,
’
muttered
Sam
to
himself
,
as
he
turned
away
,
‘
that
somethin
’
queer
’
s
come
over
the
governor
,
or
he
’
d
never
ha
’
stood
this
so
quiet
.
I
hope
that
‘
ere
trial
hasn
’
t
broke
his
spirit
,
but
it
looks
bad
,
wery
bad
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
shook
his
head
gravely
;
and
it
is
worthy
of
remark
,
as
an
illustration
of
the
manner
in
which
he
took
this
circumstance
to
heart
,
that
he
did
not
speak
another
word
until
the
coach
reached
the
Kensington
turnpike
.
Which
was
so
long
a
time
for
him
to
remain
taciturn
,
that
the
fact
may
be
considered
wholly
unprecedented
.
Nothing
worthy
of
special
mention
occurred
during
the
journey
.
Mr
.
Dowler
related
a
variety
of
anecdotes
,
all
illustrative
of
his
own
personal
prowess
and
desperation
,
and
appealed
to
Mrs
.
Dowler
in
corroboration
thereof
;
when
Mrs
.
Dowler
invariably
brought
in
,
in
the
form
of
an
appendix
,
some
remarkable
fact
or
circumstance
which
Mr
.
Dowler
had
forgotten
,
or
had
perhaps
through
modesty
,
omitted
;
for
the
addenda
in
every
instance
went
to
show
that
Mr
.
Dowler
was
even
a
more
wonderful
fellow
than
he
made
himself
out
to
be
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Winkle
listened
with
great
admiration
,
and
at
intervals
conversed
with
Mrs
.
Dowler
,
who
was
a
very
agreeable
and
fascinating
person
.
So
,
what
between
Mr
.
Dowler
’
s
stories
,
and
Mrs
.
Dowler
’
s
charms
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
good
-
humour
,
and
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
good
listening
,
the
insides
contrived
to
be
very
companionable
all
the
way
.
The
outsides
did
as
outsides
always
do
.
They
were
very
cheerful
and
talkative
at
the
beginning
of
every
stage
,
and
very
dismal
and
sleepy
in
the
middle
,
and
very
bright
and
wakeful
again
towards
the
end
.
There
was
one
young
gentleman
in
an
India
-
rubber
cloak
,
who
smoked
cigars
all
day
;
and
there
was
another
young
gentleman
in
a
parody
upon
a
greatcoat
,
who
lighted
a
good
many
,
and
feeling
obviously
unsettled
after
the
second
whiff
,
threw
them
away
when
he
thought
nobody
was
looking
at
him
.
There
was
a
third
young
man
on
the
box
who
wished
to
be
learned
in
cattle
;
and
an
old
one
behind
,
who
was
familiar
with
farming
.
There
was
a
constant
succession
of
Christian
names
in
smock
-
frocks
and
white
coats
,
who
were
invited
to
have
a
‘
lift
’
by
the
guard
,
and
who
knew
every
horse
and
hostler
on
the
road
and
off
it
;
and
there
was
a
dinner
which
would
have
been
cheap
at
half
-
a
-
crown
a
mouth
,
if
any
moderate
number
of
mouths
could
have
eaten
it
in
the
time
.
And
at
seven
o
’
clock
P
.
m
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
,
and
Mr
.
Dowler
and
his
wife
,
respectively
retired
to
their
private
sitting
-
rooms
at
the
White
Hart
Hotel
,
opposite
the
Great
Pump
Room
,
Bath
,
where
the
waiters
,
from
their
costume
,
might
be
mistaken
for
Westminster
boys
,
only
they
destroy
the
illusion
by
behaving
themselves
much
better
.
Breakfast
had
scarcely
been
cleared
away
on
the
succeeding
morning
,
when
a
waiter
brought
in
Mr
.
Dowler
’
s
card
,
with
a
request
to
be
allowed
permission
to
introduce
a
friend
.
Mr
.
Dowler
at
once
followed
up
the
delivery
of
the
card
,
by
bringing
himself
and
the
friend
also
.
