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He
was
about
the
middle
height
,
but
the
thinness
of
his
body
,
and
the
length
of
his
legs
,
gave
him
the
appearance
of
being
much
taller
.
The
green
coat
had
been
a
smart
dress
garment
in
the
days
of
swallow
-
tails
,
but
had
evidently
in
those
times
adorned
a
much
shorter
man
than
the
stranger
,
for
the
soiled
and
faded
sleeves
scarcely
reached
to
his
wrists
.
It
was
buttoned
closely
up
to
his
chin
,
at
the
imminent
hazard
of
splitting
the
back
;
and
an
old
stock
,
without
a
vestige
of
shirt
collar
,
ornamented
his
neck
.
His
scanty
black
trousers
displayed
here
and
there
those
shiny
patches
which
bespeak
long
service
,
and
were
strapped
very
tightly
over
a
pair
of
patched
and
mended
shoes
,
as
if
to
conceal
the
dirty
white
stockings
,
which
were
nevertheless
distinctly
visible
.
His
long
,
black
hair
escaped
in
negligent
waves
from
beneath
each
side
of
his
old
pinched
-
up
hat
;
and
glimpses
of
his
bare
wrists
might
be
observed
between
the
tops
of
his
gloves
and
the
cuffs
of
his
coat
sleeves
.
His
face
was
thin
and
haggard
;
but
an
indescribable
air
of
jaunty
impudence
and
perfect
self
–
possession
pervaded
the
whole
man
.
Such
was
the
individual
on
whom
Mr
.
Pickwick
gazed
through
his
spectacles
(
which
he
had
fortunately
recovered
)
,
and
to
whom
he
proceeded
,
when
his
friends
had
exhausted
themselves
,
to
return
in
chosen
terms
his
warmest
thanks
for
his
recent
assistance
.
‘
Never
mind
,
’
said
the
stranger
,
cutting
the
address
very
short
,
‘
said
enough
—
no
more
;
smart
chap
that
cabman
—
handled
his
fives
well
;
but
if
I
’
d
been
your
friend
in
the
green
jemmy
—
damn
me
—
punch
his
head
—
‘
cod
I
would
—
pig
’
s
whisper
—
pieman
too
—
no
gammon
.
’
This
coherent
speech
was
interrupted
by
the
entrance
of
the
Rochester
coachman
,
to
announce
that
‘
the
Commodore
’
was
on
the
point
of
starting
.
‘
Commodore
!
’
said
the
stranger
,
starting
up
,
‘
my
coach
—
place
booked
—
one
outside
—
leave
you
to
pay
for
the
brandy
-
and
-
water
—
want
change
for
a
five
—
bad
silver
—
Brummagem
buttons
—
won
’
t
do
—
no
go
—
eh
?
’
and
he
shook
his
head
most
knowingly
.
Now
it
so
happened
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
three
companions
had
resolved
to
make
Rochester
their
first
halting
-
place
too
;
and
having
intimated
to
their
new
-
found
acquaintance
that
they
were
journeying
to
the
same
city
,
they
agreed
to
occupy
the
seat
at
the
back
of
the
coach
,
where
they
could
all
sit
together
.
‘
Up
with
you
,
’
said
the
stranger
,
assisting
Mr
.
Pickwick
on
to
the
roof
with
so
much
precipitation
as
to
impair
the
gravity
of
that
gentleman
’
s
deportment
very
materially
.
‘
Any
luggage
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
the
coachman
.
‘
Who
—
I
?
Brown
paper
parcel
here
,
that
’
s
all
—
other
luggage
gone
by
water
—
packing
-
cases
,
nailed
up
—
big
as
houses
—
heavy
,
heavy
,
damned
heavy
,
’
replied
the
stranger
,
as
he
forced
into
his
pocket
as
much
as
he
could
of
the
brown
paper
parcel
,
which
presented
most
suspicious
indications
of
containing
one
shirt
and
a
handkerchief
.
‘
Heads
,
heads
—
take
care
of
your
heads
!
’
cried
the
loquacious
stranger
,
as
they
came
out
under
the
low
archway
,
which
in
those
days
formed
the
entrance
to
the
coach
-
yard
.
‘
Terrible
place
—
dangerous
work
—
other
day
—
five
children
—
mother
—
tall
lady
,
eating
sandwiches
—
forgot
the
arch
—
crash
—
knock
—
children
look
round
—
mother
’
s
head
off
—
sandwich
in
her
hand
—
no
mouth
to
put
it
in
—
head
of
a
family
off
—
shocking
,
shocking
!
Looking
at
Whitehall
,
sir
?
—
fine
place
—
little
window
—
somebody
else
’
s
head
off
there
,
eh
,
sir
?
—
he
didn
’
t
keep
a
sharp
look
-
out
enough
either
—
eh
,
Sir
,
eh
?
’
