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‘
Why
,
I
don
’
t
exactly
know
about
that
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
I
am
—
’
‘
Not
buff
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
interrupted
Pott
,
drawing
back
his
chair
,
‘
your
friend
is
not
buff
,
sir
?
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
rejoined
Bob
,
‘
I
’
m
a
kind
of
plaid
at
present
;
a
compound
of
all
sorts
of
colours
.
’
‘
A
waverer
,
’
said
Pott
solemnly
,
‘
a
waverer
.
I
should
like
to
show
you
a
series
of
eight
articles
,
Sir
,
that
have
appeared
in
the
Eatanswill
GAZETTE
.
I
think
I
may
venture
to
say
that
you
would
not
be
long
in
establishing
your
opinions
on
a
firm
and
solid
blue
basis
,
sir
.
’
‘
I
dare
say
I
should
turn
very
blue
,
long
before
I
got
to
the
end
of
them
,
’
responded
Bob
.
Mr
.
Pott
looked
dubiously
at
Bob
Sawyer
for
some
seconds
,
and
,
turning
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
said
—
‘
You
have
seen
the
literary
articles
which
have
appeared
at
intervals
in
the
Eatanswill
GAZETTE
in
the
course
of
the
last
three
months
,
and
which
have
excited
such
general
—
I
may
say
such
universal
—
attention
and
admiration
?
’
‘
Why
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
slightly
embarrassed
by
the
question
,
‘
the
fact
is
,
I
have
been
so
much
engaged
in
other
ways
,
that
I
really
have
not
had
an
opportunity
of
perusing
them
.
’
‘
You
should
do
so
,
Sir
,
’
said
Pott
,
with
a
severe
countenance
.
‘
I
will
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
