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‘
Well
;
but
come
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
;
‘
this
is
dry
work
.
Let
’
s
rinse
our
mouths
with
a
drop
of
burnt
sherry
;
the
last
-
comer
shall
stand
it
,
Mivins
shall
fetch
it
,
and
I
’
ll
help
to
drink
it
.
That
’
s
a
fair
and
gentlemanlike
division
of
labour
,
anyhow
.
Curse
me
!
’
Unwilling
to
hazard
another
quarrel
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
gladly
assented
to
the
proposition
,
and
consigned
the
money
to
Mr
.
Mivins
,
who
,
as
it
was
nearly
eleven
o
’
clock
,
lost
no
time
in
repairing
to
the
coffee
-
room
on
his
errand
.
‘
I
say
,
’
whispered
Smangle
,
the
moment
his
friend
had
left
the
room
;
‘
what
did
you
give
him
?
’
‘
Half
a
sovereign
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
He
’
s
a
devilish
pleasant
gentlemanly
dog
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
;
—
‘
infernal
pleasant
.
I
don
’
t
know
anybody
more
so
;
but
—
’
Here
Mr
.
Smangle
stopped
short
,
and
shook
his
head
dubiously
.
‘
You
don
’
t
think
there
is
any
probability
of
his
appropriating
the
money
to
his
own
use
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Oh
,
no
!
Mind
,
I
don
’
t
say
that
;
I
expressly
say
that
he
’
s
a
devilish
gentlemanly
fellow
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
.
‘
But
I
think
,
perhaps
,
if
somebody
went
down
,
just
to
see
that
he
didn
’
t
dip
his
beak
into
the
jug
by
accident
,
or
make
some
confounded
mistake
in
losing
the
money
as
he
came
upstairs
,
it
would
be
as
well
.
Here
,
you
sir
,
just
run
downstairs
,
and
look
after
that
gentleman
,
will
you
?
’
This
request
was
addressed
to
a
little
timid
-
looking
,
nervous
man
,
whose
appearance
bespoke
great
poverty
,
and
who
had
been
crouching
on
his
bedstead
all
this
while
,
apparently
stupefied
by
the
novelty
of
his
situation
.
‘
You
know
where
the
coffee
-
room
is
,
’
said
Smangle
;
‘
just
run
down
,
and
tell
that
gentleman
you
’
ve
come
to
help
him
up
with
the
jug
.
Or
—
stop
—
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
—
I
’
ll
tell
you
how
we
’
ll
do
him
,
’
said
Smangle
,
with
a
cunning
look
.
‘
How
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
