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The
morning
which
broke
upon
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
sight
at
eight
o
’
clock
,
was
not
at
all
calculated
to
elevate
his
spirits
,
or
to
lessen
the
depression
which
the
unlooked
-
for
result
of
his
embassy
inspired
.
The
sky
was
dark
and
gloomy
,
the
air
was
damp
and
raw
,
the
streets
were
wet
and
sloppy
.
The
smoke
hung
sluggishly
above
the
chimney
-
tops
as
if
it
lacked
the
courage
to
rise
,
and
the
rain
came
slowly
and
doggedly
down
,
as
if
it
had
not
even
the
spirit
to
pour
.
A
game
-
cock
in
the
stableyard
,
deprived
of
every
spark
of
his
accustomed
animation
,
balanced
himself
dismally
on
one
leg
in
a
corner
;
a
donkey
,
moping
with
drooping
head
under
the
narrow
roof
of
an
outhouse
,
appeared
from
his
meditative
and
miserable
countenance
to
be
contemplating
suicide
.
In
the
street
,
umbrellas
were
the
only
things
to
be
seen
,
and
the
clicking
of
pattens
and
splashing
of
rain
-
drops
were
the
only
sounds
to
be
heard
.
The
breakfast
was
interrupted
by
very
little
conversation
;
even
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
felt
the
influence
of
the
weather
,
and
the
previous
day
’
s
excitement
.
In
his
own
expressive
language
he
was
‘
floored
.
’
So
was
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
.
So
was
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
In
protracted
expectation
of
the
weather
clearing
up
,
the
last
evening
paper
from
London
was
read
and
re
-
read
with
an
intensity
of
interest
only
known
in
cases
of
extreme
destitution
;
every
inch
of
the
carpet
was
walked
over
with
similar
perseverance
;
the
windows
were
looked
out
of
,
often
enough
to
justify
the
imposition
of
an
additional
duty
upon
them
;
all
kinds
of
topics
of
conversation
were
started
,
and
failed
;
and
at
length
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
when
noon
had
arrived
,
without
a
change
for
the
better
,
rang
the
bell
resolutely
,
and
ordered
out
the
chaise
.
Although
the
roads
were
miry
,
and
the
drizzling
rain
came
down
harder
than
it
had
done
yet
,
and
although
the
mud
and
wet
splashed
in
at
the
open
windows
of
the
carriage
to
such
an
extent
that
the
discomfort
was
almost
as
great
to
the
pair
of
insides
as
to
the
pair
of
outsides
,
still
there
was
something
in
the
motion
,
and
the
sense
of
being
up
and
doing
,
which
was
so
infinitely
superior
to
being
pent
in
a
dull
room
,
looking
at
the
dull
rain
dripping
into
a
dull
street
,
that
they
all
agreed
,
on
starting
,
that
the
change
was
a
great
improvement
,
and
wondered
how
they
could
possibly
have
delayed
making
it
as
long
as
they
had
done
.
When
they
stopped
to
change
at
Coventry
,
the
steam
ascended
from
the
horses
in
such
clouds
as
wholly
to
obscure
the
hostler
,
whose
voice
was
however
heard
to
declare
from
the
mist
,
that
he
expected
the
first
gold
medal
from
the
Humane
Society
on
their
next
distribution
of
rewards
,
for
taking
the
postboy
’
s
hat
off
;
the
water
descending
from
the
brim
of
which
,
the
invisible
gentleman
declared
,
must
have
drowned
him
(
the
postboy
)
,
but
for
his
great
presence
of
mind
in
tearing
it
promptly
from
his
head
,
and
drying
the
gasping
man
’
s
countenance
with
a
wisp
of
straw
.
‘
This
is
pleasant
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
,
turning
up
his
coat
collar
,
and
pulling
the
shawl
over
his
mouth
to
concentrate
the
fumes
of
a
glass
of
brandy
just
swallowed
.
‘
Wery
,
’
replied
Sam
composedly
.
‘
You
don
’
t
seem
to
mind
it
,
’
observed
Bob
.
‘
Vy
,
I
don
’
t
exactly
see
no
good
my
mindin
’
on
it
’
ud
do
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
That
’
s
an
unanswerable
reason
,
anyhow
,
’
said
Bob
.
