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‘
You
couldn
’
t
make
it
convenient
to
lend
me
half
-
a
-
crown
till
the
latter
end
of
next
week
,
could
you
?
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
scarcely
forbear
smiling
,
but
managing
to
preserve
his
gravity
,
he
drew
forth
the
coin
,
and
placed
it
in
Mr
.
Smangle
’
s
palm
;
upon
which
,
that
gentleman
,
with
many
nods
and
winks
,
implying
profound
mystery
,
disappeared
in
quest
of
the
three
strangers
,
with
whom
he
presently
returned
;
and
having
coughed
thrice
,
and
nodded
as
many
times
,
as
an
assurance
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
that
he
would
not
forget
to
pay
,
he
shook
hands
all
round
,
in
an
engaging
manner
,
and
at
length
took
himself
off
.
‘
My
dear
friends
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
shaking
hands
alternately
with
Mr
.
Tupman
,
Mr
.
Winkle
,
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
who
were
the
three
visitors
in
question
,
‘
I
am
delighted
to
see
you
.
’
The
triumvirate
were
much
affected
.
Mr
.
Tupman
shook
his
head
deploringly
,
Mr
.
Snodgrass
drew
forth
his
handkerchief
,
with
undisguised
emotion
;
and
Mr
.
Winkle
retired
to
the
window
,
and
sniffed
aloud
.
‘
Mornin
’
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
’
said
Sam
,
entering
at
the
moment
with
the
shoes
and
gaiters
.
‘
Avay
vith
melincholly
,
as
the
little
boy
said
ven
his
schoolmissus
died
.
Velcome
to
the
college
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
’
‘
This
foolish
fellow
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
tapping
Sam
on
the
head
as
he
knelt
down
to
button
up
his
master
’
s
gaiters
—
‘
this
foolish
fellow
has
got
himself
arrested
,
in
order
to
be
near
me
.
’
‘
What
!
’
exclaimed
the
three
friends
.
‘
Yes
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
’
m
a
—
stand
steady
,
sir
,
if
you
please
—
I
’
m
a
prisoner
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
Con
-
fined
,
as
the
lady
said
.
’
‘
A
prisoner
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Winkle
,
with
unaccountable
vehemence
.
