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‘
You
’
d
hardly
think
,
would
you
now
,
’
said
Price
,
turning
towards
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
that
that
chap
’
s
been
here
a
week
yesterday
,
and
never
once
shaved
himself
yet
,
because
he
feels
so
certain
he
’
s
going
out
in
half
an
hour
’
s
time
,
thinks
he
may
as
well
put
it
off
till
he
gets
home
?
’
‘
Poor
man
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Are
his
chances
of
getting
out
of
his
difficulties
really
so
great
?
’
‘
Chances
be
d
—
d
,
’
replied
Price
;
‘
he
hasn
’
t
half
the
ghost
of
one
.
I
wouldn
’
t
give
THAT
for
his
chance
of
walking
about
the
streets
this
time
ten
years
.
’
With
this
,
Mr
.
Price
snapped
his
fingers
contemptuously
,
and
rang
the
bell
.
‘
Give
me
a
sheet
of
paper
,
Crookey
,
’
said
Mr
.
Price
to
the
attendant
,
who
in
dress
and
general
appearance
looked
something
between
a
bankrupt
glazier
,
and
a
drover
in
a
state
of
insolvency
;
‘
and
a
glass
of
brandy
-
and
-
water
,
Crookey
,
d
’
ye
hear
?
I
’
m
going
to
write
to
my
father
,
and
I
must
have
a
stimulant
,
or
I
shan
’
t
be
able
to
pitch
it
strong
enough
into
the
old
boy
.
’
At
this
facetious
speech
,
the
young
boy
,
it
is
almost
needless
to
say
,
was
fairly
convulsed
.
‘
That
’
s
right
,
’
said
Mr
.
Price
.
‘
Never
say
die
.
All
fun
,
ain
’
t
it
?
’
‘
Prime
!
’
said
the
young
gentleman
.
‘
You
’
ve
got
some
spirit
about
you
,
you
have
,
’
said
Price
.
‘
You
’
ve
seen
something
of
life
.
’
‘
I
rather
think
I
have
!
’
replied
the
boy
.
He
had
looked
at
it
through
the
dirty
panes
of
glass
in
a
bar
door
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
feeling
not
a
little
disgusted
with
this
dialogue
,
as
well
as
with
the
air
and
manner
of
the
two
beings
by
whom
it
had
been
carried
on
,
was
about
to
inquire
whether
he
could
not
be
accommodated
with
a
private
sitting
-
room
,
when
two
or
three
strangers
of
genteel
appearance
entered
,
at
sight
of
whom
the
boy
threw
his
cigar
into
the
fire
,
and
whispering
to
Mr
.
Price
that
they
had
come
to
‘
make
it
all
right
’
for
him
,
joined
them
at
a
table
in
the
farther
end
of
the
room
.
It
would
appear
,
however
,
that
matters
were
not
going
to
be
made
all
right
quite
so
speedily
as
the
young
gentleman
anticipated
;
for
a
very
long
conversation
ensued
,
of
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
not
avoid
hearing
certain
angry
fragments
regarding
dissolute
conduct
,
and
repeated
forgiveness
.
At
last
,
there
were
very
distinct
allusions
made
by
the
oldest
gentleman
of
the
party
to
one
Whitecross
Street
,
at
which
the
young
gentleman
,
notwithstanding
his
primeness
and
his
spirit
,
and
his
knowledge
of
life
into
the
bargain
,
reclined
his
head
upon
the
table
,
and
howled
dismally
.
