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‘
Send
down
word
that
he
’
s
to
spend
the
change
in
cigars
.
Capital
thought
.
Run
and
tell
him
that
;
d
’
ye
hear
?
They
shan
’
t
be
wasted
,
’
continued
Smangle
,
turning
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
’
LL
smoke
’
em
.
’
This
manoeuvring
was
so
exceedingly
ingenious
and
,
withal
,
performed
with
such
immovable
composure
and
coolness
,
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
would
have
had
no
wish
to
disturb
it
,
even
if
he
had
had
the
power
.
In
a
short
time
Mr
.
Mivins
returned
,
bearing
the
sherry
,
which
Mr
.
Smangle
dispensed
in
two
little
cracked
mugs
;
considerately
remarking
,
with
reference
to
himself
,
that
a
gentleman
must
not
be
particular
under
such
circumstances
,
and
that
,
for
his
part
,
he
was
not
too
proud
to
drink
out
of
the
jug
.
In
which
,
to
show
his
sincerity
,
he
forthwith
pledged
the
company
in
a
draught
which
half
emptied
it
.
An
excellent
understanding
having
been
by
these
means
promoted
,
Mr
.
Smangle
proceeded
to
entertain
his
hearers
with
a
relation
of
divers
romantic
adventures
in
which
he
had
been
from
time
to
time
engaged
,
involving
various
interesting
anecdotes
of
a
thoroughbred
horse
,
and
a
magnificent
Jewess
,
both
of
surpassing
beauty
,
and
much
coveted
by
the
nobility
and
gentry
of
these
kingdoms
.
Long
before
these
elegant
extracts
from
the
biography
of
a
gentleman
were
concluded
,
Mr
.
Mivins
had
betaken
himself
to
bed
,
and
had
set
in
snoring
for
the
night
,
leaving
the
timid
stranger
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
to
the
full
benefit
of
Mr
.
Smangle
’
s
experiences
.
Nor
were
the
two
last
-
named
gentlemen
as
much
edified
as
they
might
have
been
by
the
moving
passages
narrated
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
been
in
a
state
of
slumber
for
some
time
,
when
he
had
a
faint
perception
of
the
drunken
man
bursting
out
afresh
with
the
comic
song
,
and
receiving
from
Mr
.
Smangle
a
gentle
intimation
,
through
the
medium
of
the
water
-
jug
,
that
his
audience
was
not
musically
disposed
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
then
once
again
dropped
off
to
sleep
,
with
a
confused
consciousness
that
Mr
Smangle
was
still
engaged
in
relating
a
long
story
,
the
chief
point
of
which
appeared
to
be
that
,
on
some
occasion
particularly
stated
and
set
forth
,
he
had
‘
done
’
a
bill
and
a
gentleman
at
the
same
time
.
When
Mr
.
Pickwick
opened
his
eyes
next
morning
,
the
first
object
upon
which
they
rested
was
Samuel
Weller
,
seated
upon
a
small
black
portmanteau
,
intently
regarding
,
apparently
in
a
condition
of
profound
abstraction
,
the
stately
figure
of
the
dashing
Mr
.
Smangle
;
while
Mr
.
Smangle
himself
,
who
was
already
partially
dressed
,
was
seated
on
his
bedstead
,
occupied
in
the
desperately
hopeless
attempt
of
staring
Mr
.
Weller
out
of
countenance
.
We
say
desperately
hopeless
,
because
Sam
,
with
a
comprehensive
gaze
which
took
in
Mr
.
Smangle
’
s
cap
,
feet
,
head
,
face
,
legs
,
and
whiskers
,
all
at
the
same
time
,
continued
to
look
steadily
on
,
with
every
demonstration
of
lively
satisfaction
,
but
with
no
more
regard
to
Mr
.
Smangle
’
s
personal
sentiments
on
the
subject
than
he
would
have
displayed
had
he
been
inspecting
a
wooden
statue
,
or
a
straw
-
embowelled
Guy
Fawkes
.
‘
Well
;
will
you
know
me
again
?
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
,
with
a
frown
.
‘
I
’
d
svear
to
you
anyveres
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
cheerfully
.
