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How Mr. Pickwick sped upon his Mission, and how he was reinforced in the Outset by a most unexpected

           

           ‘No,no,’repliedBob,oncemoreexchanginghatswithMr.Weller;‘Ididn’tmeantodoit,onlyIgotsoenlivenedwiththeridethatIcouldn’thelpit.’

           ‘Thinkofthelookofthething,’expostulatedMr.Pickwick;‘havesomeregardtoappearances.’

           ‘Oh,certainly,’saidBob,‘it’snotthesortofthingatall.Allover,governor.’

           Satisfiedwiththisassurance,Mr.Pickwickoncemoredrewhisheadintothechaiseandpulleduptheglass;buthehadscarcelyresumedtheconversationwhichMr.BobSawyerhadinterrupted,whenhewassomewhatstartledbytheapparitionofasmalldarkbody,ofanoblongform,ontheoutsideofthewindow,whichgavesundrytapsagainstit,asifimpatientofadmission.

           ‘What’sthis?‘exclaimedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Itlookslikeacase-bottle;’remarkedBenAllen,eyeingtheobjectinquestionthroughhisspectacleswithsomeinterest;‘IratherthinkitbelongstoBob.’

           Theimpressionwasperfectlyaccurate;forMr.BobSawyer,havingattachedthecase-bottletotheendofthewalking-stick,wasbatteringthewindowwithit,intokenofhiswish,thathisfriendsinsidewouldpartakeofitscontents,inallgood-fellowshipandharmony.

           ‘What’stobedone?’saidMr.Pickwick,lookingatthebottle.‘Thisproceedingismoreabsurdthantheother.’

           ‘Ithinkitwouldbebesttotakeitin,’repliedMr.

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