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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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ference,except that the more they gain, the more theyll seek, and sothe sooner be led into some piece of knavery that must end ina crash ? I have put these considerations to you, my dear sir,very feebly and imperfectly, but I ask you to think of them—turn them over in your mind as long as you please : I wait heremost patiently for your answer. Before Mr. Pickwick could reply ; before Mr. Perker had takenone twentieth part of the snuff with which so unusually long anaddress imperatively required to be followed up; there was alow murmuring of voices outside, and then a hesitating knockat the door. Dear, dear, exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had been evidentlyroused by his friends appeal; what an annoyance that dooris ! Who is that ? Me, sir ! replied Sam Weller, putting in his head. I cant speak to you just now, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick. I am engaged at this moment, Sam. Beg your pardon, sir, rejoined Mr. Weller. But heres alady here, sir, as says shes somethin wery partickler to dis-close.
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THE PICKWICK CLUB. 323 I cant see any lady, replied Mr. Pickwick, whose mind wasfilled with visions of Mrs. Bardell. I vouldnt make too sure 0 that, sir, urged Mr. Weller,shaking his head. If you knowd who was near, sir, I raytherthink youd change your note ; as the hawk remarked to him-self, with a cheerful laugh, ven he heerd the robin redbreast asingin round the corner. Who is it ? inquired Mr. Pickwick. Will you see her, sir ? asked Mr. Weller, holding the doorin his hand, as if he had some curious live animal on the otherside. I suppose I must, said Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker. Well then, all in to begin ! cried Sam. Sound the gong,draw up the curtain, and enter the two con-spirators. As Sam Weller spoke, he threw the door open, and thererushed tumultuously into the room, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle : lead-ing after him, by the hand, the identical young lady who, atDingley Dell, had worn the boots with the fur round the tops ;and who, now a very pleasing compound of blushes and conf

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