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I should like a ba-ath’—Clematis, you see if them biscuits is brownin’. "Joe he ran to the store-room, and his eye encountered a barrel of corned-beef. He calls to a couple of cow-punchers, and the first thing you know that late corned steer is piled onto the prairie and them cow-punchers is hustling the empty barrel in to the peer.
Dowler; 'my friend, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C.; Bantam; Mr. Pickwick. Know each other. 'Welcome to Ba-ath, Sir. This is indeed an acquisition. Most welcome to Ba-ath, sir. It is long very long, Mr. Pickwick, since you drank the waters. It appears an age, Mr. Pickwick. Re-markable! Such were the expressions with which Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C., took Mr.
'The ball-nights in Ba-ath are moments snatched from paradise; rendered bewitching by music, beauty, elegance, fashion, etiquette, and and above all, by the absence of tradespeople, who are quite inconsistent with paradise, and who have an amalgamation of themselves at the Guildhall every fortnight, which is, to say the least, remarkable.
Pickwick! exclaimed the Grand Master, letting the hand fall in astonishment. 'Never in Ba-ath! He! he! Mr. Pickwick, you are a wag. Not bad, not bad. Good, good. He! he! he! Re-markable! 'To my shame, I must say that I am perfectly serious, rejoined Mr. Pickwick. 'I really never was here before.
Pickwick's hand; retaining it in his, meantime, and shrugging up his shoulders with a constant succession of bows, as if he really could not make up his mind to the trial of letting it go again. 'It is a very long time since I drank the waters, certainly, replied Mr. Pickwick; 'for, to the best of my knowledge, I was never here before. 'Never in Ba-ath, Mr.
Dowler brought in no less a person than his friend, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, to introduce to him, and to administer his stock greeting, "Welcome to Ba-ath, sir. This is, indeed, an acquisition. Most welcome to Ba-ath, sir."
'My dear Sir, I am highly honoured. Ba-ath is favoured. Mrs. Dowler, you embellish the rooms. I congratulate you on your feathers. Re-markable! 'Anybody here? inquired Dowler suspiciously. 'Anybody! The ELITE of Ba-ath. Mr. Pickwick, do you see the old lady in the gauze turban? 'The fat old lady? inquired Mr. Pickwick innocently. 'Hush, my dear sir nobody's fat or old in Ba-ath.
Pickwick and his friends are strangers. They must put their names down. Where's the book? 'The register of the distinguished visitors in Ba-ath will be at the Pump Room this morning at two o'clock, replied the M.C. 'Will you guide our friends to that splendid building, and enable me to procure their autographs? 'I will, rejoined Dowler. 'This is a long call. It's time to go.
That's the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph. 'Is it, indeed? said Mr. Pickwick. 'No less a person, I assure you, said the Master of the Ceremonies. 'Hush. Draw a little nearer, Mr. Pickwick. You see the splendidly-dressed young man coming this way? 'The one with the long hair, and the particularly small forehead? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'The same. The richest young man in Ba-ath at this moment.
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