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Tupman had witnessed this process in silent astonishment, when Jackson, turning sharply upon him, said 'I think I ain't mistaken when I say your name's Tupman, am I? Mr. Tupman looked at Mr. Pickwick; but, perceiving no encouragement in that gentleman's widely-opened eyes to deny his name, said 'Yes, my name is Tupman, Sir. 'And that other gentleman's Mr. Winkle, I think? said Jackson. Mr.
Jingle, said the aunt, 'I entreat I implore you, if there is any dreadful mystery connected with Mr. Tupman, reveal it. 'Can I, said Mr. Jingle, fixing his eyes on the aunt's face 'can I see lovely creature sacrificed at the shrine heartless avarice! He appeared to be struggling with various conflicting emotions for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice 'Tupman only wants your money.
Tupman alone has no serious emotional development, and for this reason it is, presumably, that we hear less and less of Mr. Tupman towards the end of the book. Dickens has by this time got into a thoroughly serious mood a mood expressed indeed by extravagant incidents, but none the less serious for that; and into this Winkle and Snodgrass, in the character of romantic lovers, could be made to fit.
Poor Emily! I lately looked through the swollen pages of the monster London Directory to find how many of the Pickwickian names were in common use. There was not a single Snodgrass, though there was one Winkel, and one "Winkle and Co." in St. Mary Axe. There was one Tupman, a Court dressmaker no Nupkins, but some twenty Magnuses, and not a single Pickwick.
Pickwick, as they stood upon the pavement while the coats were being put in. 'Bless my soul! who's to drive? I never thought of that. 'Oh! you, of course, said Mr. Tupman. 'Of course, said Mr. Snodgrass. 'I! exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. 'Not the slightest fear, Sir, interposed the hostler. 'Warrant him quiet, Sir; a hinfant in arms might drive him. 'He don't shy, does he? inquired Mr. Pickwick.
Winkle's behaviour had been unaccountable in the morning, it became perfectly unearthly and solemn when, under the influence of his feelings, and his share of the bottle or six, he prepared to take leave of his friend. He lingered behind, until Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass had disappeared, and then fervently clenched Mr.
There was the fat boy, perfectly motionless, with his large circular eyes staring into the arbour, but without the slightest expression on his face that the most expert physiognomist could have referred to astonishment, curiosity, or any other known passion that agitates the human breast. Mr. Tupman gazed on the fat boy, and the fat boy stared at him; and the longer Mr.
Is he wounded? Is he dead? Is he Ha, ha, ha! Here the spinster aunt burst into fit number two, of hysteric laughter interspersed with screams. 'Calm yourself, said Mr. Tupman, affected almost to tears by this expression of sympathy with his sufferings. 'Dear, dear madam, calm yourself.
'Tupman, said Mr. Pickwick, 'a secret of some delicacy, in which that lady is concerned, is the cause of a difference which has just arisen between this gentleman and myself.
Why, that Boz saw an opening for humorous treatment in introducing a purblind, foolish Professor, or scientist one with spectacles prying into this and that, taking notes &c. As Winkle was the sportsman, Tupman, the lover, Snodgrass, the poet, so Mr. Pickwick was to be a sort of Pangloss or Dominie Sampson. His curiosity and love of enquiry were to get him into scrapes, just as Mr.
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