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"Oh, is n't 'Pickwick' nice?" she asked. "I don't know," Myrtle replied; "I never tasted any." The girl stared at her as if she were a crazy creature. "Tasted any! Why, I mean the 'Pickwick Papers, Dickens's story. Don't you think they're nice." Poor Myrtle had to confess that she had never read them, and did n't know anything about them.
It existed in 1827 when Dickens housed the famous four within its hospitable walls; and he doubtless knew it long before then when, as a lad, he lived in Chatham; anyway, it was always a favourite of his, and furnishes the scene of many incidents in his books, in addition to the part it plays in the early portion of The Pickwick Papers; it no doubt is the original of the "Winglebury Arms" in "The Great Winglebury Duel" in Sketches by Boz, and is certainly the "Blue Boar" of Great Expectations.
Pickwick had just drawn in his head, and Mr. Wardle, exhausted with shouting, had done the same, when a tremendous jolt threw them forward against the front of the vehicle. There was a sudden bump a loud crash away rolled a wheel, and over went the chaise.
"If you ever feel disposed, Samivel, to go a-marryin' anybody, no matter who, just you shut yourself up in your own room, if you've got one, and pison yourself off-hand," such was the sententious advice of the elder Weller, as recorded by Charles Dickens in the immortal pages of the Pickwick Papers; and investigation will show that in all literatures, from the earliest times, similar warnings have been uttered to men who contemplated matrimony.
I demand that you explain this matter, sir. 'Explain it, sir! cried Bob Sawyer fiercely. 'It's a conspiracy, said Ben Allen. 'A regular plant, added Mr. Bob Sawyer. 'A disgraceful imposition, observed the old lady. 'Nothing but a do, remarked Martin. 'Pray hear me, urged Mr. Pickwick, as Mr. Ben Allen fell into a chair that patients were bled in, and gave way to his pocket-handkerchief.
Pickwick was ushered without delay." Having been settled comfortably therein, partaken of dinner and listened to Sam's philosophy about a good night's rest, he allowed that worthy to go and "worm ev'ry secret out o' the boots' heart" regarding the whereabouts of Fitz Marshall, as he assured Mr. Pickwick he could do in five minutes.
Pickwick gradually worked himself to the boiling-over point; and so excited was he with his reflections on this subject, that he had burst into the room to which he had been directed, before he had any distinct recollection, either of the place in which he was, or of the object of his visit.
These farces, for which it was our duty to furnish the stock actors, always struck them as being utterly despicable, and unworthy the serious business of war. They felt, I suppose, what Mr. Pickwick felt, when he heard his counsel remark to the counsel for the plaintiff, that it was a very fine morning.
Bob Sawyer, having attached the case-bottle to the end of the walking-stick, was battering the window with it, in token of his wish, that his friends inside would partake of its contents, in all good-fellowship and harmony. 'What's to be done? said Mr. Pickwick, looking at the bottle. 'This proceeding is more absurd than the other. 'I think it would be best to take it in, replied Mr.
'That's the place where we are to lunch; and, by Jove, there's the boy with the basket, punctual as clockwork! 'So he is, said Mr. Pickwick, brightening up. 'Good boy, that. I'll give him a shilling, presently. Now, then, Sam, wheel away. 'Hold on, sir, said Mr. Weller, invigorated with the prospect of refreshments. 'Out of the vay, young leathers.
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