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Bob
Sawyer
pushed
the
postboy
on
one
side
,
jerked
his
friend
into
the
vehicle
,
slammed
the
door
,
put
up
the
steps
,
wafered
the
bill
on
the
street
door
,
locked
it
,
put
the
key
in
his
pocket
,
jumped
into
the
dickey
,
gave
the
word
for
starting
,
and
did
the
whole
with
such
extraordinary
precipitation
,
that
before
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
well
begun
to
consider
whether
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
ought
to
go
or
not
,
they
were
rolling
away
,
with
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
thoroughly
established
as
part
and
parcel
of
the
equipage
.
So
long
as
their
progress
was
confined
to
the
streets
of
Bristol
,
the
facetious
Bob
kept
his
professional
green
spectacles
on
,
and
conducted
himself
with
becoming
steadiness
and
gravity
of
demeanour
;
merely
giving
utterance
to
divers
verbal
witticisms
for
the
exclusive
behoof
and
entertainment
of
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
.
But
when
they
emerged
on
the
open
road
,
he
threw
off
his
green
spectacles
and
his
gravity
together
,
and
performed
a
great
variety
of
practical
jokes
,
which
were
calculated
to
attract
the
attention
of
the
passersby
,
and
to
render
the
carriage
and
those
it
contained
objects
of
more
than
ordinary
curiosity
;
the
least
conspicuous
among
these
feats
being
a
most
vociferous
imitation
of
a
key
-
bugle
,
and
the
ostentatious
display
of
a
crimson
silk
pocket
-
handkerchief
attached
to
a
walking
-
stick
,
which
was
occasionally
waved
in
the
air
with
various
gestures
indicative
of
supremacy
and
defiance
.
‘
I
wonder
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
stopping
in
the
midst
of
a
most
sedate
conversation
with
Ben
Allen
,
bearing
reference
to
the
numerous
good
qualities
of
Mr
.
Winkle
and
his
sister
—
‘
I
wonder
what
all
the
people
we
pass
,
can
see
in
us
to
make
them
stare
so
.
’
‘
It
’
s
a
neat
turn
-
out
,
’
replied
Ben
Allen
,
with
something
of
pride
in
his
tone
.
‘
They
’
re
not
used
to
see
this
sort
of
thing
,
every
day
,
I
dare
say
.
’
‘
Possibly
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
It
may
be
so
.
Perhaps
it
is
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
might
very
probably
have
reasoned
himself
into
the
belief
that
it
really
was
,
had
he
not
,
just
then
happening
to
look
out
of
the
coach
window
,
observed
that
the
looks
of
the
passengers
betokened
anything
but
respectful
astonishment
,
and
that
various
telegraphic
communications
appeared
to
be
passing
between
them
and
some
persons
outside
the
vehicle
,
whereupon
it
occurred
to
him
that
these
demonstrations
might
be
,
in
some
remote
degree
,
referable
to
the
humorous
deportment
of
Mr
.
Robert
Sawyer
.
‘
I
hope
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
that
our
volatile
friend
is
committing
no
absurdities
in
that
dickey
behind
.
’
‘
Oh
dear
,
no
,
’
replied
Ben
Allen
.
‘
Except
when
he
’
s
elevated
,
Bob
’
s
the
quietest
creature
breathing
.
’
Here
a
prolonged
imitation
of
a
key
-
bugle
broke
upon
the
ear
,
succeeded
by
cheers
and
screams
,
all
of
which
evidently
proceeded
from
the
throat
and
lungs
of
the
quietest
creature
breathing
,
or
in
plainer
designation
,
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
himself
.
