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‘
I
think
I
’
ve
seen
you
before
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
recollect
you
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
dare
say
not
,
’
said
the
one
-
eyed
man
.
‘
You
didn
’
t
know
me
,
but
I
knew
two
friends
of
yours
that
were
stopping
at
the
Peacock
at
Eatanswill
,
at
the
time
of
the
election
.
’
‘
Oh
,
indeed
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Yes
,
’
rejoined
the
one
-
eyed
man
.
‘
I
mentioned
a
little
circumstance
to
them
about
a
friend
of
mine
of
the
name
of
Tom
Smart
Perhaps
you
’
ve
heard
them
speak
of
it
.
’
‘
Often
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
smiling
.
‘
He
was
your
uncle
,
I
think
?
’
‘
No
,
no
;
only
a
friend
of
my
uncle
’
s
,
’
replied
the
one
-
eyed
man
.
‘
He
was
a
wonderful
man
,
that
uncle
of
yours
,
though
,
’
remarked
the
landlord
shaking
his
head
.
‘
Well
,
I
think
he
was
;
I
think
I
may
say
he
was
,
’
answered
the
one
-
eyed
man
.
‘
I
could
tell
you
a
story
about
that
same
uncle
,
gentlemen
,
that
would
rather
surprise
you
.
’
