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‘
This
here
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Without
goin
’
so
far
as
to
as
-
sert
,
as
some
wery
sensible
people
do
,
that
postboys
and
donkeys
is
both
immortal
,
wot
I
say
is
this
:
that
wenever
they
feels
theirselves
gettin
’
stiff
and
past
their
work
,
they
just
rides
off
together
,
wun
postboy
to
a
pair
in
the
usual
way
;
wot
becomes
on
’
em
nobody
knows
,
but
it
’
s
wery
probable
as
they
starts
avay
to
take
their
pleasure
in
some
other
vorld
,
for
there
ain
’
t
a
man
alive
as
ever
see
either
a
donkey
or
a
postboy
a
-
takin
’
his
pleasure
in
this
!
’
Expatiating
upon
this
learned
and
remarkable
theory
,
and
citing
many
curious
statistical
and
other
facts
in
its
support
,
Sam
Weller
beguiled
the
time
until
they
reached
Dunchurch
,
where
a
dry
postboy
and
fresh
horses
were
procured
;
the
next
stage
was
Daventry
,
and
the
next
Towcester
;
and
at
the
end
of
each
stage
it
rained
harder
than
it
had
done
at
the
beginning
.
‘
I
say
,
’
remonstrated
Bob
Sawyer
,
looking
in
at
the
coach
window
,
as
they
pulled
up
before
the
door
of
the
Saracen
’
s
Head
,
Towcester
,
‘
this
won
’
t
do
,
you
know
.
’
‘
Bless
me
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
just
awakening
from
a
nap
,
‘
I
’
m
afraid
you
’
re
wet
.
’
‘
Oh
,
you
are
,
are
you
?
’
returned
Bob
.
‘
Yes
,
I
am
,
a
little
that
way
,
Uncomfortably
damp
,
perhaps
.
’
Bob
did
look
dampish
,
inasmuch
as
the
rain
was
streaming
from
his
neck
,
elbows
,
cuffs
,
skirts
,
and
knees
;
and
his
whole
apparel
shone
so
with
the
wet
,
that
it
might
have
been
mistaken
for
a
full
suit
of
prepared
oilskin
.
‘
I
AM
rather
wet
,
’
said
Bob
,
giving
himself
a
shake
and
casting
a
little
hydraulic
shower
around
,
like
a
Newfoundland
dog
just
emerged
from
the
water
.
‘
I
think
it
’
s
quite
impossible
to
go
on
to
-
night
,
’
interposed
Ben
.
‘
Out
of
the
question
,
sir
,
’
remarked
Sam
Weller
,
coming
to
assist
in
the
conference
;
‘
it
’
s
a
cruelty
to
animals
,
sir
,
to
ask
’
em
to
do
it
.
There
’
s
beds
here
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
addressing
his
master
,
‘
everything
clean
and
comfortable
.
Wery
good
little
dinner
,
sir
,
they
can
get
ready
in
half
an
hour
—
pair
of
fowls
,
sir
,
and
a
weal
cutlet
;
French
beans
,
‘
taturs
,
tart
,
and
tidiness
.
You
’
d
better
stop
vere
you
are
,
sir
,
if
I
might
recommend
.
Take
adwice
,
sir
,
as
the
doctor
said
.
’
