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‘
Has
anything
new
occurred
since
last
night
?
’
‘
Nothin
’
partickler
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
,
glancing
at
Mr
.
Smangle
’
s
whiskers
;
‘
the
late
prewailance
of
a
close
and
confined
atmosphere
has
been
rayther
favourable
to
the
growth
of
veeds
,
of
an
alarmin
’
and
sangvinary
natur
;
but
vith
that
‘
ere
exception
things
is
quiet
enough
.
’
‘
I
shall
get
up
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
give
me
some
clean
things
.
’
Whatever
hostile
intentions
Mr
.
Smangle
might
have
entertained
,
his
thoughts
were
speedily
diverted
by
the
unpacking
of
the
portmanteau
;
the
contents
of
which
appeared
to
impress
him
at
once
with
a
most
favourable
opinion
,
not
only
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
but
of
Sam
also
,
who
,
he
took
an
early
opportunity
of
declaring
in
a
tone
of
voice
loud
enough
for
that
eccentric
personage
to
overhear
,
was
a
regular
thoroughbred
original
,
and
consequently
the
very
man
after
his
own
heart
.
As
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
the
affection
he
conceived
for
him
knew
no
limits
.
‘
Now
is
there
anything
I
can
do
for
you
,
my
dear
Sir
?
’
said
Smangle
.
‘
Nothing
that
I
am
aware
of
,
I
am
obliged
to
you
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
linen
that
you
want
sent
to
the
washerwoman
’
s
?
I
know
a
delightful
washerwoman
outside
,
that
comes
for
my
things
twice
a
week
;
and
,
by
Jove
!
—
how
devilish
lucky
!
—
this
is
the
day
she
calls
.
Shall
I
put
any
of
those
little
things
up
with
mine
?
Don
’
t
say
anything
about
the
trouble
.
Confound
and
curse
it
!
if
one
gentleman
under
a
cloud
is
not
to
put
himself
a
little
out
of
the
way
to
assist
another
gentleman
in
the
same
condition
,
what
’
s
human
nature
?
’
Thus
spake
Mr
.
Smangle
,
edging
himself
meanwhile
as
near
as
possible
to
the
portmanteau
,
and
beaming
forth
looks
of
the
most
fervent
and
disinterested
friendship
.
‘
There
’
s
nothing
you
want
to
give
out
for
the
man
to
brush
,
my
dear
creature
,
is
there
?
’
resumed
Smangle
.
‘
Nothin
’
whatever
,
my
fine
feller
,
’
rejoined
Sam
,
taking
the
reply
into
his
own
mouth
.
