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'Are you going through the court, sir? inquired Mr. Smangle. 'Through the what? said Mr. Pickwick. 'Through the court Portugal Street the Court for Relief of You know. 'Oh, no, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'No, I am not. 'Going out, perhaps? suggested Mr. Mivins. 'I fear not, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'I refuse to pay some damages, and am here in consequence. 'Ah, said Mr.
'With much pleasure, sir, said Mr. Pickwick; and having executed a very long and solemn shake, he got into bed again. 'My name is Smangle, sir, said the man with the whiskers. 'Oh, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Mine is Mivins, said the man in the stockings. 'I am delighted to hear it, sir, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Hem, coughed Mr. Smangle. 'Did you speak, sir? said Mr. Pickwick.
I'm none the worse for that, am I? 'Not a bit, replied Mr. Mivins. And he was quite right; for, so far from Mr. Smangle being any the worse for it, he was something the better, inasmuch as to qualify himself for the place, he had attained gratuitous possession of certain articles of jewellery, which, long before that, had found their way to the pawnbroker's. 'Well; but come, said Mr.
'I'd svear to you anyveres, Sir, replied Sam cheerfully. 'Don't be impertinent to a gentleman, Sir, said Mr. Smangle. 'Not on no account, replied Sam. 'If you'll tell me wen he wakes, I'll be upon the wery best extra-super behaviour! This observation, having a remote tendency to imply that Mr. Smangle was no gentleman, kindled his ire. 'Mivins! said Mr. Smangle, with a passionate air.
Smangle, 'paper has been my ruin. 'A stationer, I presume, Sir? said Mr. Pickwick innocently. 'Stationer! No, no; confound and curse me! Not so low as that. No trade. When I say paper, I mean bills. 'Oh, you use the word in that sense. I see, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Damme! A gentleman must expect reverses, said Smangle. 'What of that? Here am I in the Fleet Prison. Well; good. What then?
"Mine is Mivins," said the man in the stockings. "Well; but come," said Mr. Smangle, after assuring Mr. Pickwick a great many times that he entertained a very high respect for the feelings of a gentleman, "this is but dry work. Let's rinse our mouths with a drop of burnt sherry; the last-comer shall stand it, Mivins shall fetch it, and I'll help to drink it.
Now you know that's infernal clever! Damme, you can't help liking a man, when you see these traits about him. He's only one fault that little failing I mentioned to you, you know. As Mr. Smangle shook his head in a confidential and sympathising manner at this juncture, Mr. Pickwick felt that he was expected to say something, so he said, 'Ah! and looked restlessly at the door. 'Ah! echoed Mr.
This request was addressed to a little timid-looking, nervous man, whose appearance bespoke great poverty, and who had been crouching on his bedstead all this while, apparently stupefied by the novelty of his situation. 'You know where the coffee-room is, said Smangle; 'just run down, and tell that gentleman you've come to help him up with the jug.
I won't disturb you while they're here, you know. By the bye As Smangle pronounced the last three words, he stopped suddenly, reclosed the door which he had opened, and, walking softly back to Mr. Pickwick, stepped close up to him on tiptoe, and said, in a very soft whisper 'You couldn't make it convenient to lend me half-a-crown till the latter end of next week, could you? Mr.
'Friends of yours! exclaimed Smangle, seizing Mr. Pickwick by the hand. 'Say no more. Curse me, they're friends of mine from this minute, and friends of Mivins's, too. Infernal pleasant, gentlemanly dog, Mivins, isn't he? said Smangle, with great feeling. 'I know so little of the gentleman, said Mr. Pickwick, hesitating, 'that I 'I know you do, interrupted Smangle, clasping Mr.
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