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‘
Serve
him
so
,
sir
!
’
reiterated
Slurk
,
in
a
louder
voice
than
before
.
‘
I
will
not
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Pott
.
‘
Oh
,
you
won
’
t
,
won
’
t
you
,
sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Slurk
,
in
a
taunting
manner
;
‘
you
hear
this
,
gentlemen
!
He
won
’
t
;
not
that
he
’
s
afraid
—
oh
,
no
!
he
WON
’
T
.
Ha
!
ha
!
’
‘
I
consider
you
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pott
,
moved
by
this
sarcasm
,
‘
I
consider
you
a
viper
.
I
look
upon
you
,
sir
,
as
a
man
who
has
placed
himself
beyond
the
pale
of
society
,
by
his
most
audacious
,
disgraceful
,
and
abominable
public
conduct
.
I
view
you
,
sir
,
personally
and
politically
,
in
no
other
light
than
as
a
most
unparalleled
and
unmitigated
viper
.
’
The
indignant
Independent
did
not
wait
to
hear
the
end
of
this
personal
denunciation
;
for
,
catching
up
his
carpet
-
bag
,
which
was
well
stuffed
with
movables
,
he
swung
it
in
the
air
as
Pott
turned
away
,
and
,
letting
it
fall
with
a
circular
sweep
on
his
head
,
just
at
that
particular
angle
of
the
bag
where
a
good
thick
hairbrush
happened
to
be
packed
,
caused
a
sharp
crash
to
be
heard
throughout
the
kitchen
,
and
brought
him
at
once
to
the
ground
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
’
cried
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
Pott
started
up
and
seized
the
fire
-
shovel
—
‘
gentlemen
!
Consider
,
for
Heaven
’
s
sake
—
help
—
Sam
—
here
—
pray
,
gentlemen
—
interfere
,
somebody
.
’
Uttering
these
incoherent
exclamations
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
rushed
between
the
infuriated
combatants
just
in
time
to
receive
the
carpet
-
bag
on
one
side
of
his
body
,
and
the
fire
-
shovel
on
the
other
.
Whether
the
representatives
of
the
public
feeling
of
Eatanswill
were
blinded
by
animosity
,
or
(
being
both
acute
reasoners
)
saw
the
advantage
of
having
a
third
party
between
them
to
bear
all
the
blows
,
certain
it
is
that
they
paid
not
the
slightest
attention
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
but
defying
each
other
with
great
spirit
,
plied
the
carpet
-
bag
and
the
fire
-
shovel
most
fearlessly
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
would
unquestionably
have
suffered
severely
for
his
humane
interference
,
if
Mr
.
Weller
,
attracted
by
his
master
’
s
cries
,
had
not
rushed
in
at
the
moment
,
and
,
snatching
up
a
meal
—
sack
,
effectually
stopped
the
conflict
by
drawing
it
over
the
head
and
shoulders
of
the
mighty
Pott
,
and
clasping
him
tight
round
the
shoulders
.
‘
Take
away
that
‘
ere
bag
from
the
t
’
other
madman
,
’
said
Sam
to
Ben
Allen
and
Bob
Sawyer
,
who
had
done
nothing
but
dodge
round
the
group
,
each
with
a
tortoise
-
shell
lancet
in
his
hand
,
ready
to
bleed
the
first
man
stunned
.
‘
Give
it
up
,
you
wretched
little
creetur
,
or
I
’
ll
smother
you
in
it
.
’
