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She raised her head and languidly inquired, 'Who's that, and what do you want? 'Hush, said Sam, swinging himself on to the wall, and crouching there in as small a compass as he could reduce himself to, 'only me, miss, only me. 'Mr. Pickwick's servant! said Arabella earnestly. 'The wery same, miss, replied Sam. 'Here's Mr. Vinkle reg'larly sewed up vith desperation, miss.
Pickwick's countenance resumed its customary benign expression. 'We are all ready, I believe, said Mr. Pickwick, who was stationed with the old lady at the top of the dance, and had already made four false starts, in his excessive anxiety to commence. 'Then begin at once, said Wardle. 'Now! Up struck the two fiddles and the one harp, and off went Mr.
Pickwick for his advice in proposing, which the latter gave at great length. Mr. Magnus listened, now without any impatience. The clock hand was "verging on the five minutes past;" not until it was ten minutes past did he rise. IV. Had Mr. Pickwick ever Loved? Mr. Pickwick's early history is obscure enough, and we know no details save that he had been "in business."
Pickwick's servant, Tom, said the barmaid of the George and Vulture. 'Don't trouble yourself, said Mr. Jackson. 'I've come on business. If you'll show me Mr. Pickwick's room I'll step up myself. 'What name, Sir? said the waiter. 'Jackson, replied the clerk. The waiter stepped upstairs to announce Mr. Jackson; but Mr.
Pickwick's, the immediate effect of his assistance was to jerk that immortal gentleman completely over the wall on to the bed beneath, where, after crushing three gooseberry-bushes and a rose-tree, he finally alighted at full length.
We do not feel justified in laying any particular stress upon the fact, because on the present occasion all Mrs. Pott's most winning ways were brought into requisition to receive the two gentlemen. 'My dear, said Mr. Pott, 'Mr. Pickwick Mr. Pickwick of London. Mrs. Pott received Mr. Pickwick's paternal grasp of the hand with enchanting sweetness; and Mr.
Pickwick's horror-stricken countenance, 'or else he'd been draw'd into the ingin; but however that might ha' been, the little, old gen'l'm'n, who had been remarkably partial to sassages all his life, rushed out o' the shop in a wild state, and was never heerd on arterwards! The relation of this affecting incident of private life brought master and man to Mr. Perker's chambers.
If anything could have added to the interest of this agreeable scene, it would have been the remarkable fact of Mr. Pickwick's appearing without his gaiters, for the first time within the memory of his oldest friends. 'You mean to dance? said Wardle. 'Of course I do, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'Don't you see I am dressed for the purpose? Mr.
Weller struck his open palm emphatically with his clenched fist, and winked pleasantly on Miss Tomkins, the intensity of whose horror at his supposing it within the bounds of possibility that there could be any men on the premises of Westgate House Establishment for Young Ladies, it is impossible to describe. Mr. Pickwick's explanation having already been partially made, was soon concluded.
"I hope they are," he said, fixing his eyes upon his friend, "You see nothing extraordinary in the stockings, as stockings, I trust, sir." The frightened Tupman said, "Certainly not, Oh, certainly not," and walked away. Mr. Pickwick's face resumed its customary benign expression. This little picture of weakness in an eminent man is characteristic.
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