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‘
Oh
,
it
’
s
quite
impossible
to
dine
at
half
-
past
eleven
o
’
clock
in
the
day
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
at
his
watch
.
‘
So
it
is
,
’
rejoined
Bob
,
‘
lunch
is
the
very
thing
.
Hollo
,
you
sir
!
Lunch
for
three
,
directly
;
and
keep
the
horses
back
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
Tell
them
to
put
everything
they
have
cold
,
on
the
table
,
and
some
bottled
ale
,
and
let
us
taste
your
very
best
Madeira
.
’
Issuing
these
orders
with
monstrous
importance
and
bustle
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
at
once
hurried
into
the
house
to
superintend
the
arrangements
;
in
less
than
five
minutes
he
returned
and
declared
them
to
be
excellent
.
The
quality
of
the
lunch
fully
justified
the
eulogium
which
Bob
had
pronounced
,
and
very
great
justice
was
done
to
it
,
not
only
by
that
gentleman
,
but
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
also
.
Under
the
auspices
of
the
three
,
the
bottled
ale
and
the
Madeira
were
promptly
disposed
of
;
and
when
(
the
horses
being
once
more
put
to
)
they
resumed
their
seats
,
with
the
case
-
bottle
full
of
the
best
substitute
for
milk
-
punch
that
could
be
procured
on
so
short
a
notice
,
the
key
-
bugle
sounded
,
and
the
red
flag
waved
,
without
the
slightest
opposition
on
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
part
.
At
the
Hop
Pole
at
Tewkesbury
,
they
stopped
to
dine
;
upon
which
occasion
there
was
more
bottled
ale
,
with
some
more
Madeira
,
and
some
port
besides
;
and
here
the
case
-
bottle
was
replenished
for
the
fourth
time
.
Under
the
influence
of
these
combined
stimulants
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
fell
fast
asleep
for
thirty
miles
,
while
Bob
and
Mr
.
Weller
sang
duets
in
the
dickey
.
It
was
quite
dark
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
roused
himself
sufficiently
to
look
out
of
the
window
.
The
straggling
cottages
by
the
road
-
side
,
the
dingy
hue
of
every
object
visible
,
the
murky
atmosphere
,
the
paths
of
cinders
and
brick
-
dust
,
the
deep
-
red
glow
of
furnace
fires
in
the
distance
,
the
volumes
of
dense
smoke
issuing
heavily
forth
from
high
toppling
chimneys
,
blackening
and
obscuring
everything
around
;
the
glare
of
distant
lights
,
the
ponderous
wagons
which
toiled
along
the
road
,
laden
with
clashing
rods
of
iron
,
or
piled
with
heavy
goods
—
all
betokened
their
rapid
approach
to
the
great
working
town
of
Birmingham
.
As
they
rattled
through
the
narrow
thoroughfares
leading
to
the
heart
of
the
turmoil
,
the
sights
and
sounds
of
earnest
occupation
struck
more
forcibly
on
the
senses
.
The
streets
were
thronged
with
working
people
.
The
hum
of
labour
resounded
from
every
house
;
lights
gleamed
from
the
long
casement
windows
in
the
attic
storeys
,
and
the
whirl
of
wheels
and
noise
of
machinery
shook
the
trembling
walls
.
The
fires
,
whose
lurid
,
sullen
light
had
been
visible
for
miles
,
blazed
fiercely
up
,
in
the
great
works
and
factories
of
the
town
.
The
din
of
hammers
,
the
rushing
of
steam
,
and
the
dead
heavy
clanking
of
engines
,
was
the
harsh
music
which
arose
from
every
quarter
.
The
postboy
was
driving
briskly
through
the
open
streets
,
and
past
the
handsome
and
well
-
lighted
shops
that
intervene
between
the
outskirts
of
the
town
and
the
Old
Royal
Hotel
,
before
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
begun
to
consider
the
very
difficult
and
delicate
nature
of
the
commission
which
had
carried
him
thither
.
The
delicate
nature
of
this
commission
,
and
the
difficulty
of
executing
it
in
a
satisfactory
manner
,
were
by
no
means
lessened
by
the
voluntary
companionship
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
Truth
to
tell
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
felt
that
his
presence
on
the
occasion
,
however
considerate
and
gratifying
,
was
by
no
means
an
honour
he
would
willingly
have
sought
;
in
fact
,
he
would
cheerfully
have
given
a
reasonable
sum
of
money
to
have
had
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
removed
to
any
place
at
not
less
than
fifty
miles
’
distance
,
without
delay
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
never
held
any
personal
communication
with
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
although
he
had
once
or
twice
corresponded
with
him
by
letter
,
and
returned
satisfactory
answers
to
his
inquiries
concerning
the
moral
character
and
behaviour
of
his
son
;
he
felt
nervously
sensible
that
to
wait
upon
him
,
for
the
first
time
,
attended
by
Bob
Sawyer
and
Ben
Allen
,
both
slightly
fuddled
,
was
not
the
most
ingenious
and
likely
means
that
could
have
been
hit
upon
to
prepossess
him
in
his
favour
.
