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Weller concluded this moral tale, with which the fat boy appeared much affected, they all three repaired to the large kitchen, in which the family were by this time assembled, according to annual custom on Christmas Eve, observed by old Wardle's forefathers from time immemorial.
"That we observe the names of all those Placemen and Pensioners voting against Mr. Wardle's motion.
As they turned into a lane they had to cross, the sound of many voices burst upon their ears; and before they had even had time to form a guess to whom they belonged, they walked into the very centre of the party who were expecting their arrival a fact which was first notified to the Pickwickians, by the loud 'Hurrah, which burst from old Wardle's lips, when they appeared in sight.
Only the Kaiser's bluff, I suppose, but I'm told it's taken most of the Channel Fleet down into Spanish waters." I smiled at the activity of Wardle's journalistic imagination, and thought of the music-hall crowd. "Ah, well," I said, "'They'll never go for England, because England's got the dibs'!" "What ho!" remarked Wardle, with another yawn. And this time he was really off.
Wardle's he, on waking late next morning, had "a confused recollection of having severally and confidentially invited somewhere about five and forty people to dine with him at the 'George and Vulture' the very first time they came to London." Just before they left Dingley Dell, Bob Sawyer, "thrusting his forefinger between two of Mr.
Pickwick was enthusiastic: "I know her," he said, "to be a very, very amiable and lovely girl; I admire, love, and esteem her." At the close he prayed that Wardle's daughter "might enjoy all the happiness that even he could desire." Not that he was sure of, but that he could desire. But Trundle, the cypher, no one thought of him, no one cared about his speech.
'We were trespassing, it seems, said Wardle. 'I don't care, said Mr. Pickwick, 'I'll bring the action. 'No, you won't, said Wardle. 'I will, by But as there was a humorous expression in Wardle's face, Mr. Pickwick checked himself, and said, 'Why not? 'Because, said old Wardle, half-bursting with laughter, 'because they might turn on some of us, and say we had taken too much cold punch.
Pickwick thrust his head out of his window. Yes: there was a chaise-and-four, a short distance before them, dashing along at full gallop. 'Go on, go on, almost shrieked the old gentleman. 'Two guineas a-piece, boys don't let 'em gain on us keep it up keep it up. The horses in the first chaise started on at their utmost speed; and those in Mr. Wardle's galloped furiously behind them.
'And I've a great deal to read, you see; and she just stirred old Miss Wardle's letter, that lay open in her hand, with a smile just the least in the world of comic distress. 'A great deal, he said. 'And farewell, again, said Lilias. 'Farewell! dear Miss Lily. And then, he just looked his old strange look upon her; and he went: and she dropped her eyes upon the letter.
Got Miss Horkings next door to allow it up in her window on the street. That's how I came by this here intelligence I got to pass on to Wardle's. Time I was going!" Mrs. Ragstroar stopped scraping the brown outer skin off a very large potato, and looked reproachfully at Micky. "You've never said nothing of that," said she. "Who ever went to say I said anything of it?" was the reply.
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