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Leo Hunter's were certainly at mid- day between one and three o'clock. It was, in fact, a grand lunch. So with Winkle's journey. He left Eatanswill half-an-hour after breakfast, and must have travelled by the same coach as Mr. Pickwick had done, and reached Bury just in time for dinner, or in six or seven hours. Now it will not be said that he would not be a whole day going four-and-twenty miles.
'Oh, no; certainly not; replied Mr. Winkle with so much eagerness, that Mr. Phunky ought to have got him out of the box with all possible dispatch. Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad witnesses a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness; it was Mr. Winkle's fate to figure in both characters. 'I will even go further than this, Mr. Winkle, continued Mr.
Dowler had as great an objection to duelling as himself; in short, this blustering and awful personage was one of the most egregious cowards in existence, and interpreting Mr. Winkle's absence through the medium of his own fears, had taken the same step as himself, and prudently retired until all excitement of feeling should have subsided. As the real state of the case dawned upon Mr.
Pickwick sit down to make entries in his journal, and spend half an hour in so doing?" At Bath on the night of Mr. Winkle's race round the Crescent. What was this journal? Or why did he keep it? Or why are so few allusions made to it? Mr. Snodgrass was the appointed historiographer of the party, and his "notes" are often spoken of and appealed to as the basis of the chronicle.
Will you join us at twelve, then, Pickwick? Mr. Pickwick was particularly desirous to view the sport, the more especially as he was rather anxious in respect of Mr. Winkle's life and limbs. On so inviting a morning, too, it was very tantalising to turn back, and leave his friends to enjoy themselves. It was, therefore, with a very rueful air that he replied 'Why, I suppose I must.
Snodgrass seized his friend's hand warmly, as he enthusiastically replied, 'Not for worlds! A thrill passed over Mr. Winkle's frame as the conviction that he had nothing to hope from his friend's fears, and that he was destined to become an animated target, rushed forcibly upon him. The state of the case having been formally explained to Mr.
Those who remember the incident and who does not? can visualize it all again as they mount the stairs to the bedrooms above, which the Pickwickians occupied. They remain as Dickens described them, even in some cases to the very bedsteads and furniture, and are still shown to the interested visitor. "Winkle's bedroom is inside mine," is how Mr. Tupman put it.
Winkle's reply, "No, my lord; only Nathaniel not Daniel at all." Irascibly, the Judge's, "What did you tell me it was Daniel for, then, sir?" Shamefaced and yet irritably, "I didn't, my lord." "You did, sir!" with great indignation, topped by this cogent reasoning, "How could I have got Daniel on my notes, unless you told me so, sir?"
Wardle, at whose home the casualty occurred, merely said, "I beg my friend Winkle's pardon, though; he has had some practice." Was this ironical? I fancy the whole scene had passed out of the author's mind.
Winkle's body; and all in half a dozen seconds. 'Where's an officer? said Mr. Snodgrass. 'Put 'em under the pump, suggested a hot-pieman. 'You shall smart for this, gasped Mr. Pickwick. 'Informers! shouted the crowd. 'Come on, cried the cabman, who had been sparring without cessation the whole time.
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