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‘
Well
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
then
I
wish
the
artists
would
come
.
This
is
rather
a
public
place
.
’
‘
They
von
’
t
be
long
,
Sir
,
I
des
-
say
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
There
’
s
a
Dutch
clock
,
sir
.
’
‘
So
I
see
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
And
a
bird
-
cage
,
sir
,
’
says
Sam
.
‘
Veels
vithin
veels
,
a
prison
in
a
prison
.
Ain
’
t
it
,
Sir
?
’
As
Mr
.
Weller
made
this
philosophical
remark
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
aware
that
his
sitting
had
commenced
.
The
stout
turnkey
having
been
relieved
from
the
lock
,
sat
down
,
and
looked
at
him
carelessly
,
from
time
to
time
,
while
a
long
thin
man
who
had
relieved
him
,
thrust
his
hands
beneath
his
coat
tails
,
and
planting
himself
opposite
,
took
a
good
long
view
of
him
.
A
third
rather
surly
-
looking
gentleman
,
who
had
apparently
been
disturbed
at
his
tea
,
for
he
was
disposing
of
the
last
remnant
of
a
crust
and
butter
when
he
came
in
,
stationed
himself
close
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
and
,
resting
his
hands
on
his
hips
,
inspected
him
narrowly
;
while
two
others
mixed
with
the
group
,
and
studied
his
features
with
most
intent
and
thoughtful
faces
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
winced
a
good
deal
under
the
operation
,
and
appeared
to
sit
very
uneasily
in
his
chair
;
but
he
made
no
remark
to
anybody
while
it
was
being
performed
,
not
even
to
Sam
,
who
reclined
upon
the
back
of
the
chair
,
reflecting
,
partly
on
the
situation
of
his
master
,
and
partly
on
the
great
satisfaction
it
would
have
afforded
him
to
make
a
fierce
assault
upon
all
the
turnkeys
there
assembled
,
one
after
the
other
,
if
it
were
lawful
and
peaceable
so
to
do
.
At
length
the
likeness
was
completed
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
informed
that
he
might
now
proceed
into
the
prison
.
‘
Where
am
I
to
sleep
to
-
night
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Why
,
I
don
’
t
rightly
know
about
to
-
night
,
’
replied
the
stout
turnkey
.
‘
You
’
ll
be
chummed
on
somebody
to
-
morrow
,
and
then
you
’
ll
be
all
snug
and
comfortable
The
first
night
’
s
generally
rather
unsettled
,
but
you
’
ll
be
set
all
squares
to
-
morrow
.
’
