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The
latter
observation
was
addressed
to
the
boy
in
gray
,
who
,
having
handed
over
the
fly
to
the
care
of
the
street
-
keeper
,
had
come
back
to
see
what
all
the
noise
was
about
.
Between
the
boy
in
gray
,
and
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
and
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
(
who
having
frightened
his
aunt
into
a
fainting
fit
,
was
affectionately
solicitous
for
her
recovery
)
the
old
lady
was
at
length
restored
to
consciousness
;
then
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
turning
with
a
puzzled
countenance
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
asked
him
what
he
was
about
to
say
,
when
he
had
been
so
alarmingly
interrupted
.
‘
We
are
all
friends
here
,
I
presume
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
clearing
his
voice
,
and
looking
towards
the
man
of
few
words
with
the
surly
countenance
,
who
drove
the
fly
with
the
chubby
horse
.
This
reminded
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
that
the
boy
in
gray
was
looking
on
,
with
eyes
wide
open
,
and
greedy
ears
.
The
incipient
chemist
having
been
lifted
up
by
his
coat
collar
,
and
dropped
outside
the
door
,
Bob
Sawyer
assured
Mr
.
Pickwick
that
he
might
speak
without
reserve
.
‘
Your
sister
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
turning
to
Benjamin
Allen
,
‘
is
in
London
;
well
and
happy
.
’
‘
Her
happiness
is
no
object
to
me
,
sir
,
’
said
Benjamin
Allen
,
with
a
flourish
of
the
hand
.
‘
Her
husband
IS
an
object
to
ME
,
Sir
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
He
shall
be
an
object
to
me
,
sir
,
at
twelve
paces
,
and
a
pretty
object
I
’
ll
make
of
him
,
sir
—
a
mean
-
spirited
scoundrel
!
’
This
,
as
it
stood
,
was
a
very
pretty
denunciation
,
and
magnanimous
withal
;
but
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
rather
weakened
its
effect
,
by
winding
up
with
some
general
observations
concerning
the
punching
of
heads
and
knocking
out
of
eyes
,
which
were
commonplace
by
comparison
.
‘
Stay
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
before
you
apply
those
epithets
to
the
gentleman
in
question
,
consider
,
dispassionately
,
the
extent
of
his
fault
,
and
above
all
remember
that
he
is
a
friend
of
mine
.
’
‘
What
!
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
His
name
!
’
cried
Ben
Allen
.
‘
His
name
!
’
‘
Mr
.
Nathaniel
Winkle
,
’
said
Mr
,
Pickwick
.
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
deliberately
crushed
his
spectacles
beneath
the
heel
of
his
boot
,
and
having
picked
up
the
pieces
,
and
put
them
into
three
separate
pockets
,
folded
his
arms
,
bit
his
lips
,
and
looked
in
a
threatening
manner
at
the
bland
features
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
