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I wish Micawber and Dick Swiveller and Sairey Gamp turned up again in other novels than their own, just as Shakespeare ran the glorious glow of Falstaff through a group of plays. But Dickens tried this once when he carried on the Pickwick Club into "Master Humphrey's Clock." That experiment was unsatisfactory, and he did not attempt anything of the sort again.
Pickwick at the prospect of leading that dreadful horse all day. Poor Irving went about muttering, "I shall certainly break down. I know I shall break down." At last the day, the hour, and the very moment itself arrived, and he rose to propose the health of Dickens.
Pickwick, namely, that he himself that day had "a reg'lar new fit out o' clothes." Beyond all the other Wellerisms, however, was Sam's overwhelmingly conclusive answer to counsel's inquiry in regard to his not having seen what occurred, though he himself, at the time, was in the passage, "Have you a pair of eyes, Mr. Weller?"
Ben Allen; 'it would serve him right to take it in and keep it, wouldn't it? 'It would, said Mr. Pickwick; 'shall I? 'I think it the most proper course we could possibly adopt, replied Ben. This advice quite coinciding with his own opinion, Mr. Pickwick gently let down the window and disengaged the bottle from the stick; upon which the latter was drawn up, and Mr.
'Can't be done! ejaculated Mr. Pickwick in astonishment. 'Samivel! said Mr. Weller, with dignity. 'I say it can't be done, repeated Sam in a louder key. 'Wot's to become of you, Sir? 'My good fellow, replied Mr. Pickwick, 'the recent changes among my friends will alter my mode of life in future, entirely; besides, I am growing older, and want repose and quiet. My rambles, Sam, are over.
At this for my manner was impressive she fumbled through the last few pages of her register and admitted that he might have been once a patron of the house, but that he had now paid his bill and gone. I was about to question her about the poet Augustus Snodgrass, who had been with Mr. Pickwick on his travels, when a waiter, a humorous fellow with a vision of a sixpence, offered to be our guide.
"The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence. "'Lift him up, said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. "Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttering in a low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words, "'You're a humbug, Sir.
Mr. Pickwick had bestowed a hasty glance on these interesting objects, when he was again greeted by his faithful disciple. 'Pickwick Pickwick, said Mr. Tupman; 'come up here. Make haste. 'Come along, Sir. Pray, come up, said the stout gentleman. 'Joe! damn that boy, he's gone to sleep again.
Pickwick, almost as soon as they were all seated, 'a glass of wine in honour of this happy occasion! 'I shall be delighted, my boy, said Wardle.
But "The Bull" waiter informed the Pickwickians that Muggleton was nearly double the distance, or fifteen miles; while Gravesend is about six miles from Rochester so the evidence of distance does not help us. Where, too, did Mr. Pickwick drop his whip? The Pickwickian enthusiast can ascertain this 'an he will by a little calculation.
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