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Mr
.
Pickwick
thought
so
also
;
but
,
under
all
the
circumstances
,
he
considered
it
a
matter
of
sound
policy
to
be
silent
.
Mr
.
Simpson
mused
for
a
few
moments
after
this
,
and
then
,
thrusting
his
head
out
of
the
window
,
gave
a
shrill
whistle
,
and
pronounced
some
word
aloud
,
several
times
.
What
the
word
was
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
not
distinguish
;
but
he
rather
inferred
that
it
must
be
some
nickname
which
distinguished
Mr
.
Martin
,
from
the
fact
of
a
great
number
of
gentlemen
on
the
ground
below
,
immediately
proceeding
to
cry
‘
Butcher
!
’
in
imitation
of
the
tone
in
which
that
useful
class
of
society
are
wont
,
diurnally
,
to
make
their
presence
known
at
area
railings
.
Subsequent
occurrences
confirmed
the
accuracy
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
impression
;
for
,
in
a
few
seconds
,
a
gentleman
,
prematurely
broad
for
his
years
,
clothed
in
a
professional
blue
jean
frock
and
top
-
boots
with
circular
toes
,
entered
the
room
nearly
out
of
breath
,
closely
followed
by
another
gentleman
in
very
shabby
black
,
and
a
sealskin
cap
.
The
latter
gentleman
,
who
fastened
his
coat
all
the
way
up
to
his
chin
by
means
of
a
pin
and
a
button
alternately
,
had
a
very
coarse
red
face
,
and
looked
like
a
drunken
chaplain
;
which
,
indeed
,
he
was
.
These
two
gentlemen
having
by
turns
perused
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
billet
,
the
one
expressed
his
opinion
that
it
was
‘
a
rig
,
’
and
the
other
his
conviction
that
it
was
‘
a
go
.
’
Having
recorded
their
feelings
in
these
very
intelligible
terms
,
they
looked
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
each
other
in
awkward
silence
.
‘
It
’
s
an
aggravating
thing
,
just
as
we
got
the
beds
so
snug
,
’
said
the
chaplain
,
looking
at
three
dirty
mattresses
,
each
rolled
up
in
a
blanket
;
which
occupied
one
corner
of
the
room
during
the
day
,
and
formed
a
kind
of
slab
,
on
which
were
placed
an
old
cracked
basin
,
ewer
,
and
soap
-
dish
,
of
common
yellow
earthenware
,
with
a
blue
flower
—
‘
very
aggravating
.
’
Mr
.
Martin
expressed
the
same
opinion
in
rather
stronger
terms
;
Mr
.
Simpson
,
after
having
let
a
variety
of
expletive
adjectives
loose
upon
society
without
any
substantive
to
accompany
them
,
tucked
up
his
sleeves
,
and
began
to
wash
the
greens
for
dinner
.
While
this
was
going
on
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
been
eyeing
the
room
,
which
was
filthily
dirty
,
and
smelt
intolerably
close
.
There
was
no
vestige
of
either
carpet
,
curtain
,
or
blind
.
There
was
not
even
a
closet
in
it
.
Unquestionably
there
were
but
few
things
to
put
away
,
if
there
had
been
one
;
but
,
however
few
in
number
,
or
small
in
individual
amount
,
still
,
remnants
of
loaves
and
pieces
of
cheese
,
and
damp
towels
,
and
scrags
of
meat
,
and
articles
of
wearing
apparel
,
and
mutilated
crockery
,
and
bellows
without
nozzles
,
and
toasting
-
forks
without
prongs
,
do
present
somewhat
of
an
uncomfortable
appearance
when
they
are
scattered
about
the
floor
of
a
small
apartment
,
which
is
the
common
sitting
and
sleeping
room
of
three
idle
men
.
‘
I
suppose
this
can
be
managed
somehow
,
’
said
the
butcher
,
after
a
pretty
long
silence
.
‘
What
will
you
take
to
go
out
?
’
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
What
did
you
say
?
I
hardly
understand
you
.
’
‘
What
will
you
take
to
be
paid
out
?
’
said
the
butcher
.
‘
The
regular
chummage
is
two
-
and
-
six
.
Will
you
take
three
bob
?
’
‘
And
a
bender
,
’
suggested
the
clerical
gentleman
.
