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Mr
.
Tuckle
was
not
proof
against
this
invitation
.
He
laid
aside
the
cocked
hat
and
stick
which
he
had
just
taken
up
,
and
said
he
would
have
one
glass
,
for
good
fellowship
’
s
sake
.
As
the
gentleman
in
blue
went
home
the
same
way
as
Mr
.
Tuckle
,
he
was
prevailed
upon
to
stop
too
.
When
the
punch
was
about
half
gone
,
Sam
ordered
in
some
oysters
from
the
green
–
grocer
’
s
shop
;
and
the
effect
of
both
was
so
extremely
exhilarating
,
that
Mr
.
Tuckle
,
dressed
out
with
the
cocked
hat
and
stick
,
danced
the
frog
hornpipe
among
the
shells
on
the
table
,
while
the
gentleman
in
blue
played
an
accompaniment
upon
an
ingenious
musical
instrument
formed
of
a
hair
-
comb
upon
a
curl
-
paper
.
At
last
,
when
the
punch
was
all
gone
,
and
the
night
nearly
so
,
they
sallied
forth
to
see
each
other
home
.
Mr
.
Tuckle
no
sooner
got
into
the
open
air
,
than
he
was
seized
with
a
sudden
desire
to
lie
on
the
curbstone
;
Sam
thought
it
would
be
a
pity
to
contradict
him
,
and
so
let
him
have
his
own
way
.
As
the
cocked
hat
would
have
been
spoiled
if
left
there
,
Sam
very
considerately
flattened
it
down
on
the
head
of
the
gentleman
in
blue
,
and
putting
the
big
stick
in
his
hand
,
propped
him
up
against
his
own
street
-
door
,
rang
the
bell
,
and
walked
quietly
home
.
At
a
much
earlier
hour
next
morning
than
his
usual
time
of
rising
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
walked
downstairs
completely
dressed
,
and
rang
the
bell
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
when
Mr
.
Weller
appeared
in
reply
to
the
summons
,
‘
shut
the
door
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
did
so
.
‘
There
was
an
unfortunate
occurrence
here
,
last
night
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
which
gave
Mr
.
Winkle
some
cause
to
apprehend
violence
from
Mr
.
Dowler
.
’
‘
So
I
’
ve
heerd
from
the
old
lady
downstairs
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
And
I
’
m
sorry
to
say
,
Sam
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
most
perplexed
countenance
,
‘
that
in
dread
of
this
violence
,
Mr
.
Winkle
has
gone
away
.
’
‘
Gone
avay
!
’
said
Sam
.
