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The
fat
boy
looked
hopelessly
in
the
face
of
everybody
at
table
,
and
stammered
out
that
he
didn
’
t
know
.
‘
Oh
,
’
said
Wardle
,
‘
you
don
’
t
know
,
eh
?
Take
this
cheese
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
’
Now
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
being
in
the
very
best
health
and
spirits
,
had
been
making
himself
perfectly
delightful
all
dinner
-
time
,
and
was
at
this
moment
engaged
in
an
energetic
conversation
with
Emily
and
Mr
.
Winkle
;
bowing
his
head
,
courteously
,
in
the
emphasis
of
his
discourse
,
gently
waving
his
left
hand
to
lend
force
to
his
observations
,
and
all
glowing
with
placid
smiles
.
He
took
a
piece
of
cheese
from
the
plate
,
and
was
on
the
point
of
turning
round
to
renew
the
conversation
,
when
the
fat
boy
,
stooping
so
as
to
bring
his
head
on
a
level
with
that
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
pointed
with
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder
,
and
made
the
most
horrible
and
hideous
face
that
was
ever
seen
out
of
a
Christmas
pantomime
.
‘
Dear
me
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
starting
,
‘
what
a
very
—
Eh
?
’
He
stopped
,
for
the
fat
boy
had
drawn
himself
up
,
and
was
,
or
pretended
to
be
,
fast
asleep
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
inquired
Wardle
.
‘
This
is
such
an
extremely
singular
lad
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
uneasily
at
the
boy
.
‘
It
seems
an
odd
thing
to
say
,
but
upon
my
word
I
am
afraid
that
,
at
times
,
he
is
a
little
deranged
.
’
‘
Oh
!
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
pray
don
’
t
say
so
,
’
cried
Emily
and
Arabella
,
both
at
once
.
‘
I
am
not
certain
,
of
course
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
amidst
profound
silence
and
looks
of
general
dismay
;
‘
but
his
manner
to
me
this
moment
really
was
very
alarming
.
Oh
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
suddenly
jumping
up
with
a
short
scream
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
ladies
,
but
at
that
moment
he
ran
some
sharp
instrument
into
my
leg
.
Really
,
he
is
not
safe
.
’
‘
He
’
s
drunk
,
’
roared
old
Wardle
passionately
.
‘
Ring
the
bell
!
Call
the
waiters
!
He
’
s
drunk
.
’
