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Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
looked
expressively
at
each
other
,
and
the
former
gentleman
taking
off
his
hat
,
and
leaning
out
of
the
coach
window
until
nearly
the
whole
of
his
waistcoat
was
outside
it
,
was
at
length
enabled
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
his
facetious
friend
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
was
seated
,
not
in
the
dickey
,
but
on
the
roof
of
the
chaise
,
with
his
legs
as
far
asunder
as
they
would
conveniently
go
,
wearing
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
’
s
hat
on
one
side
of
his
head
,
and
bearing
,
in
one
hand
,
a
most
enormous
sandwich
,
while
,
in
the
other
,
he
supported
a
goodly
-
sized
case
-
bottle
,
to
both
of
which
he
applied
himself
with
intense
relish
,
varying
the
monotony
of
the
occupation
by
an
occasional
howl
,
or
the
interchange
of
some
lively
badinage
with
any
passing
stranger
.
The
crimson
flag
was
carefully
tied
in
an
erect
position
to
the
rail
of
the
dickey
;
and
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
decorated
with
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
hat
,
was
seated
in
the
centre
thereof
,
discussing
a
twin
sandwich
,
with
an
animated
countenance
,
the
expression
of
which
betokened
his
entire
and
perfect
approval
of
the
whole
arrangement
.
This
was
enough
to
irritate
a
gentleman
with
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
sense
of
propriety
,
but
it
was
not
the
whole
extent
of
the
aggravation
,
for
a
stage
-
coach
full
,
inside
and
out
,
was
meeting
them
at
the
moment
,
and
the
astonishment
of
the
passengers
was
very
palpably
evinced
.
The
congratulations
of
an
Irish
family
,
too
,
who
were
keeping
up
with
the
chaise
,
and
begging
all
the
time
,
were
of
rather
a
boisterous
description
,
especially
those
of
its
male
head
,
who
appeared
to
consider
the
display
as
part
and
parcel
of
some
political
or
other
procession
of
triumph
.
‘
Mr
.
Sawyer
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
in
a
state
of
great
excitement
,
‘
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
Sir
!
’
‘
Hollo
!
’
responded
that
gentleman
,
looking
over
the
side
of
the
chaise
with
all
the
coolness
in
life
.
‘
Are
you
mad
,
sir
?
’
demanded
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
’
replied
Bob
;
‘
only
cheerful
.
’
‘
Cheerful
,
sir
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Take
down
that
scandalous
red
handkerchief
,
I
beg
.
I
insist
,
Sir
.
Sam
,
take
it
down
.
’
