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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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no longer suffer them toappeal at the prison gates to the charity and compassion of thepassers by; but we still leave unblotted in the leaves of ourstatute-book, for the reverence and admiration of succeedingages, the just and wholesome law which declares that the sturdyfelon shall be fed and clothed, and that the penniless debtorshall be left to die of starvation and nakedness. This is nofiction. Not a week passes over our heads, but, in every one ofour prisons for debt, some of these men must inevitably expirein the slow agonies of want, if they were not relieved by theirfellow-prisoners. Turning these things in his mind, as he moilted the narrowstaircase at the foot of which Roker had left him, Mr. Pickwickgradually worked himself to the boiling-over point; and so excitedwas he with his reflections on this subject, that he had burstinto the room to which he had been directed, before he had anydistinct recollection, either of the place in which he was, or ofthe object of his visit.
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THE PICKWICK CLUB. 243 The general aspect of the room recalled him to himself atonce ; but he had no sooner cast his eyes on the figure of a manwho was brooding over the dusty fire, than, letting his hat fall onthe floor, he stood perfectly fixed, and immovable, with astonish-ment. Yes ; in tattered garments, and without a coat; his commoncalico shirt, yellow and in rags; his hair hanging over his face ;his features changed with suffering, and pinched with famine;there sat Mr. Alfred Jingle : his head resting on his hand, hiseyes fixed upon the fire, and his whole appearance denotingmisery and dejection! Near him, leaning listlessly against the wall, stood a strong-built countryman, flicking, with a worn-out hunting-whip, thetop-boot that adorned his right foot; his left being (for hedressed by easy stages) thrust into an old slipper. Horses, dogs,and drink had brought him there, pell-mell. There was a rustyspur on the solitary boot, which he occasionally jerked into theempty air : at

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