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Before
Sam
could
interpose
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
gracefully
struck
his
colours
,
and
having
put
them
in
his
pocket
,
nodded
in
a
courteous
manner
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
wiped
the
mouth
of
the
case
-
bottle
,
and
applied
it
to
his
own
,
thereby
informing
him
,
without
any
unnecessary
waste
of
words
,
that
he
devoted
that
draught
to
wishing
him
all
manner
of
happiness
and
prosperity
.
Having
done
this
,
Bob
replaced
the
cork
with
great
care
,
and
looking
benignantly
down
on
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
took
a
large
bite
out
of
the
sandwich
,
and
smiled
.
‘
Come
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
whose
momentary
anger
was
not
quite
proof
against
Bob
’
s
immovable
self
-
possession
,
‘
pray
let
us
have
no
more
of
this
absurdity
.
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
replied
Bob
,
once
more
exchanging
hats
with
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
do
it
,
only
I
got
so
enlivened
with
the
ride
that
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
’
‘
Think
of
the
look
of
the
thing
,
’
expostulated
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
have
some
regard
to
appearances
.
’
‘
Oh
,
certainly
,
’
said
Bob
,
‘
it
’
s
not
the
sort
of
thing
at
all
.
All
over
,
governor
.
’
Satisfied
with
this
assurance
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
once
more
drew
his
head
into
the
chaise
and
pulled
up
the
glass
;
but
he
had
scarcely
resumed
the
conversation
which
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
had
interrupted
,
when
he
was
somewhat
startled
by
the
apparition
of
a
small
dark
body
,
of
an
oblong
form
,
on
the
outside
of
the
window
,
which
gave
sundry
taps
against
it
,
as
if
impatient
of
admission
.
‘
What
’
s
this
?
‘
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
It
looks
like
a
case
-
bottle
;
’
remarked
Ben
Allen
,
eyeing
the
object
in
question
through
his
spectacles
with
some
interest
;
‘
I
rather
think
it
belongs
to
Bob
.
’
The
impression
was
perfectly
accurate
;
for
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
having
attached
the
case
-
bottle
to
the
end
of
the
walking
-
stick
,
was
battering
the
window
with
it
,
in
token
of
his
wish
,
that
his
friends
inside
would
partake
of
its
contents
,
in
all
good
-
fellowship
and
harmony
.
