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'Elope! exclaimed Miss Tomkins, the three teachers, the thirty boarders, and the five servants. 'Who with? 'Your friend, Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall. 'MY friend! I don't know any such person. 'Well, Mr. Jingle, then. 'I never heard the name in my life. 'Then, I have been deceived, and deluded, said Mr. Pickwick. 'I have been the victim of a conspiracy a foul and base conspiracy.
Nupkins and Miss Nupkins had exhibited Captain Fitz-Marshall, and quoted Captain Fitz-Marshall, and hurled Captain Fitz-Marshall at the devoted heads of their select circle of acquaintance, until their bosom friends, Mrs. Porkenham and the Misses Porkenhams, and Mr. Sidney Porkenham, were ready to burst with jealousy and despair.
Till then, good-bye! Remonstrances were useless. Mr. Pickwick was roused, and his mind was made up. Mr. Tupman returned to his companions; and in another hour had drowned all present recollection of Mr. Alfred Jingle, or Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall, in an exhilarating quadrille and a bottle of champagne. By that time, Mr.
Weller, colouring up very red with sudden excitement, and the friction of the towel combined. 'Fitz-Marshall, said the mulberry man. 'Give us your hand, said Mr. Weller, advancing; 'I should like to know you. I like your appearance, old fellow. 'Well, that is very strange, said the mulberry man, with great simplicity of manner.
Weller; 'but when I think o' that 'ere Job, I can't help opening the walve a inch or two. 'In one word, Sir, said Mr. Pickwick, 'is my servant right in suspecting that a certain Captain Fitz-Marshall is in the habit of visiting here? Because, added Mr. Pickwick, as he saw that Mr. Nupkins was about to offer a very indignant interruption, 'because if he be, I know that person to be a
'Pickvick, said Sam. 'Pickwick, said the magistrate, 'dear me, Mr. Pickwick pray take a seat you cannot mean this? Captain Fitz-Marshall! 'Don't call him a cap'en, said Sam, 'nor Fitz-Marshall neither; he ain't neither one nor t'other. He's a strolling actor, he is, and his name's Jingle; and if ever there was a wolf in a mulberry suit, that 'ere Job Trotter's him.
I am quite certain nobody would believe it quite. 'But, my dear, said Mr. Nupkins. 'Don't talk to me, you aggravating thing, don't! said Mrs. Nupkins. 'My love, said Mr. Nupkins, 'you professed yourself very fond of Captain Fitz-Marshall. You have constantly asked him here, my dear, and you have lost no opportunity of introducing him elsewhere. 'Didn't I say so, Henrietta? cried Mrs.
Fitz-Marshall, my dear, to come up to me directly, to be scolded for coming so late. 'Coming, my dear ma'am, cried a voice, 'as quick as I can crowds of people full room hard work very. Mr. Pickwick's knife and fork fell from his hand. He stared across the table at Mr. Tupman, who had dropped his knife and fork, and was looking as if he were about to sink into the ground without further notice.
Weller returned with the intelligence that Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall had ordered his private room to be retained for him, until further notice. He was going to spend the evening at some private house in the neighbourhood, had ordered the boots to sit up until his return, and had taken his servant with him. 'Now, sir, argued Mr.
Muzzle the other, and one pulling before, and the other pushing behind, they conveyed him upstairs, and into the parlour. It was an impressive tableau. Alfred Jingle, Esquire, alias Captain Fitz-Marshall, was standing near the door with his hat in his hand, and a smile on his face, wholly unmoved by his very unpleasant situation. Confronting him, stood Mr.
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