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‘
Don
’
t
be
impertinent
to
a
gentleman
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
.
‘
Not
on
no
account
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
if
you
’
ll
tell
me
wen
he
wakes
,
I
’
ll
be
upon
the
wery
best
extra
-
super
behaviour
!
’
This
observation
,
having
a
remote
tendency
to
imply
that
Mr
.
Smangle
was
no
gentleman
,
kindled
his
ire
.
‘
Mivins
!
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
,
with
a
passionate
air
.
‘
What
’
s
the
office
?
’
replied
that
gentleman
from
his
couch
.
‘
Who
the
devil
is
this
fellow
?
’
‘
‘
Gad
,
’
said
Mr
.
Mivins
,
looking
lazily
out
from
under
the
bed
-
clothes
,
‘
I
ought
to
ask
YOU
that
.
Hasn
’
t
he
any
business
here
?
’
‘
No
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Smangle
.
‘
Then
knock
him
downstairs
,
and
tell
him
not
to
presume
to
get
up
till
I
come
and
kick
him
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Mivins
;
with
this
prompt
advice
that
excellent
gentleman
again
betook
himself
to
slumber
.
The
conversation
exhibiting
these
unequivocal
symptoms
of
verging
on
the
personal
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
deemed
it
a
fit
point
at
which
to
interpose
.
‘
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Sir
,
’
rejoined
that
gentleman
.
