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‘
It
is
observable
that
,
to
this
day
,
large
numbers
of
elderly
ladies
and
gentlemen
who
have
been
disappointed
in
procuring
partners
,
and
almost
as
many
young
ones
who
are
anxious
to
obtain
them
,
repair
annually
to
Bath
to
drink
the
waters
,
from
which
they
derive
much
strength
and
comfort
.
This
is
most
complimentary
to
the
virtue
of
Prince
Bladud
’
s
tears
,
and
strongly
corroborative
of
the
veracity
of
this
legend
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
yawned
several
times
when
he
had
arrived
at
the
end
of
this
little
manuscript
,
carefully
refolded
,
and
replaced
it
in
the
inkstand
drawer
,
and
then
,
with
a
countenance
expressive
of
the
utmost
weariness
,
lighted
his
chamber
candle
,
and
went
upstairs
to
bed
.
He
stopped
at
Mr
.
Dowler
’
s
door
,
according
to
custom
,
and
knocked
to
say
good
-
night
.
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Dowler
,
‘
going
to
bed
?
I
wish
I
was
.
Dismal
night
.
Windy
;
isn
’
t
it
?
’
‘
Very
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Good
-
night
.
’
‘
Good
-
night
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
went
to
his
bedchamber
,
and
Mr
.
Dowler
resumed
his
seat
before
the
fire
,
in
fulfilment
of
his
rash
promise
to
sit
up
till
his
wife
came
home
.
There
are
few
things
more
worrying
than
sitting
up
for
somebody
,
especially
if
that
somebody
be
at
a
party
.
You
cannot
help
thinking
how
quickly
the
time
passes
with
them
,
which
drags
so
heavily
with
you
;
and
the
more
you
think
of
this
,
the
more
your
hopes
of
their
speedy
arrival
decline
.
Clocks
tick
so
loud
,
too
,
when
you
are
sitting
up
alone
,
and
you
seem
as
if
you
had
an
under
-
garment
of
cobwebs
on
.
First
,
something
tickles
your
right
knee
,
and
then
the
same
sensation
irritates
your
left
.
You
have
no
sooner
changed
your
position
,
than
it
comes
again
in
the
arms
;
when
you
have
fidgeted
your
limbs
into
all
sorts
of
queer
shapes
,
you
have
a
sudden
relapse
in
the
nose
,
which
you
rub
as
if
to
rub
it
off
—
as
there
is
no
doubt
you
would
,
if
you
could
.
Eyes
,
too
,
are
mere
personal
inconveniences
;
and
the
wick
of
one
candle
gets
an
inch
and
a
half
long
,
while
you
are
snuffing
the
other
.
These
,
and
various
other
little
nervous
annoyances
,
render
sitting
up
for
a
length
of
time
after
everybody
else
has
gone
to
bed
,
anything
but
a
cheerful
amusement
.
This
was
just
Mr
.
Dowler
’
s
opinion
,
as
he
sat
before
the
fire
,
and
felt
honestly
indignant
with
all
the
inhuman
people
at
the
party
who
were
keeping
him
up
.
He
was
not
put
into
better
humour
either
,
by
the
reflection
that
he
had
taken
it
into
his
head
,
early
in
the
evening
,
to
think
he
had
got
an
ache
there
,
and
so
stopped
at
home
.
At
length
,
after
several
droppings
asleep
,
and
fallings
forward
towards
the
bars
,
and
catchings
backward
soon
enough
to
prevent
being
branded
in
the
face
,
Mr
.
Dowler
made
up
his
mind
that
he
would
throw
himself
on
the
bed
in
the
back
room
and
think
—
not
sleep
,
of
course
.
