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‘
Well
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
suppose
they
are
getting
the
HABEAS
–
CORPUS
ready
?
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
and
I
vish
they
’
d
bring
out
the
have
-
his
-
carcase
.
It
’
s
wery
unpleasant
keepin
’
us
vaitin
’
here
.
I
’
d
ha
’
got
half
a
dozen
have
-
his
-
carcases
ready
,
pack
’
d
up
and
all
,
by
this
time
.
’
What
sort
of
cumbrous
and
unmanageable
machine
,
Sam
Weller
imagined
a
habeas
-
corpus
to
be
,
does
not
appear
;
for
Perker
,
at
that
moment
,
walked
up
and
took
Mr
.
Pickwick
away
.
The
usual
forms
having
been
gone
through
,
the
body
of
Samuel
Pickwick
was
soon
afterwards
confided
to
the
custody
of
the
tipstaff
,
to
be
by
him
taken
to
the
warden
of
the
Fleet
Prison
,
and
there
detained
until
the
amount
of
the
damages
and
costs
in
the
action
of
Bardell
against
Pickwick
was
fully
paid
and
satisfied
.
‘
And
that
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
laughing
,
‘
will
be
a
very
long
time
.
Sam
,
call
another
hackney
-
coach
.
Perker
,
my
dear
friend
,
good
-
bye
.
’
‘
I
shall
go
with
you
,
and
see
you
safe
there
,
’
said
Perker
.
‘
Indeed
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
would
rather
go
without
any
other
attendant
than
Sam
.
As
soon
as
I
get
settled
,
I
will
write
and
let
you
know
,
and
I
shall
expect
you
immediately
.
Until
then
,
good
-
bye
.
’
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
said
this
,
he
got
into
the
coach
which
had
by
this
time
arrived
,
followed
by
the
tipstaff
.
Sam
having
stationed
himself
on
the
box
,
it
rolled
away
.
‘
A
most
extraordinary
man
that
!
’
said
Perker
,
as
he
stopped
to
pull
on
his
gloves
.
