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‘
With
much
pleasure
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
and
having
executed
a
very
long
and
solemn
shake
,
he
got
into
bed
again
.
‘
My
name
is
Smangle
,
sir
,
’
said
the
man
with
the
whiskers
.
‘
Oh
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Mine
is
Mivins
,
’
said
the
man
in
the
stockings
.
‘
I
am
delighted
to
hear
it
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Hem
,
’
coughed
Mr
.
Smangle
.
‘
Did
you
speak
,
sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
,
I
did
not
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
.
All
this
was
very
genteel
and
pleasant
;
and
,
to
make
matters
still
more
comfortable
,
Mr
.
Smangle
assured
Mr
.
Pickwick
a
great
many
more
times
that
he
entertained
a
very
high
respect
for
the
feelings
of
a
gentleman
;
which
sentiment
,
indeed
,
did
him
infinite
credit
,
as
he
could
be
in
no
wise
supposed
to
understand
them
.
‘
Are
you
going
through
the
court
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Smangle
.
‘
Through
the
what
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
