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‘
What
reptile
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
about
him
for
fear
he
should
tread
on
some
overgrown
black
beetle
,
or
dropsical
spider
.
‘
That
reptile
,
’
whispered
Pott
,
catching
Mr
.
Pickwick
by
the
arm
,
and
pointing
towards
the
stranger
.
‘
That
reptile
Slurk
,
of
the
INDEPENDENT
!
’
‘
Perhaps
we
had
better
retire
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Never
,
Sir
,
’
rejoined
Pott
,
pot
-
valiant
in
a
double
sense
—
‘
never
.
’
With
these
words
,
Mr
.
Pott
took
up
his
position
on
an
opposite
settle
,
and
selecting
one
from
a
little
bundle
of
newspapers
,
began
to
read
against
his
enemy
.
Mr
.
Pott
,
of
course
read
the
INDEPENDENT
,
and
Mr
.
Slurk
,
of
course
,
read
the
GAZETTE
;
and
each
gentleman
audibly
expressed
his
contempt
at
the
other
’
s
compositions
by
bitter
laughs
and
sarcastic
sniffs
;
whence
they
proceeded
to
more
open
expressions
of
opinion
,
such
as
‘
absurd
,
’
‘
wretched
,
’
‘
atrocity
,
’
‘
humbug
,
’
‘
knavery
’
,
‘
dirt
,
’
‘
filth
,
’
‘
slime
,
’
‘
ditch
-
water
,
’
and
other
critical
remarks
of
the
like
nature
.
Both
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
had
beheld
these
symptoms
of
rivalry
and
hatred
,
with
a
degree
of
delight
which
imparted
great
additional
relish
to
the
cigars
at
which
they
were
puffing
most
vigorously
.
The
moment
they
began
to
flag
,
the
mischievous
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
addressing
Slurk
with
great
politeness
,
said
—
‘
Will
you
allow
me
to
look
at
your
paper
,
Sir
,
when
you
have
quite
done
with
it
?
’
‘
You
will
find
very
little
to
repay
you
for
your
trouble
in
this
contemptible
THING
,
sir
,
’
replied
Slurk
,
bestowing
a
Satanic
frown
on
Pott
.
‘
You
shall
have
this
presently
,
’
said
Pott
,
looking
up
,
pale
with
rage
,
and
quivering
in
his
speech
,
from
the
same
cause
.
‘
Ha
!
ha
!
you
will
be
amused
with
this
FELLOW
’
S
audacity
.
’
