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Title: (Works. Illustrated library edition)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
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Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall, Ld
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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n in one hand, and a huge blunderbuss in theother, which he was going to stow away in his little arm-chest, Are you going to get in, Jack Martin ? said the guard, holdingthe lantern to my uncles face. Hallo ! said my uncle, falling back a step or two. Thatsfamiliar! Its so on the way-bill, replied the guard. Isnt there a Mister before it ? said my uncle—for hefelt, gentlemen, that for a guard he didnt know, to call himJack Martin, was a liberty which the Post-office wouldnt havesanctioned if they had known it. No ; there is not, rejoined the guard coolly. Is the fare paid ? inquired my uncle. Of course it is, rejoined the guard. It is, is it ? said my uncle. Then here goes—whichcoach ? This, said the guard, pointing to an old-fashioned Edin-burgh and London Mail, which had the steps down, and thedoor open. Stop—here are the other passengers. Let themget in first. As the guard spoke, there all at once appeared, right infront of my uncle, a young gentleman in a powdered wig, and a
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THE PICKWICK CLUB. 355 sky-blue coat trimmed with silver, made very full and broad inthe skirts, which were lined with buckram. Tiggin and Welpswere in the printed calico and waistcoat piece line, gentlemen, somy uncle knew all the materials at once. He wore kneebreeches, and a kind of leggings rolled up over his silk stockings,and shoes with buckles; he had ruffles at his wrists, a three-cornered hat on his head, and a long taper sword by his side.The flaps of his waistcoat came half-way down his thighs, andthe ends of his cravat reached to his waist. He stalked gravelyto the coach-door, pulled off his hat, and held it above hishead at arms length : cocking his little finger in the air at thesame time, as some affected people do, when- they take a cup oftea. Then he drew his feet together, and made a low gravebow, and then put out his left hand. My uncle was just goingto step forward, and shake it heartily, when he perceived thatthese attentions were directed, not towards him, but to

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