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

           BobSawyerhimself;rightlyconjecturingthatthefaceaforesaidwasmadeinridiculeandderisionofhisownperson,hefixedhiseyesonBobwithsuchexpressivesternness,thatthelateMr.Grimaldi’slineamentsgraduallyresolvedthemselvesintoaveryfineexpressionofhumilityandconfusion.

           ‘Didyouspeak,Sir?’inquiredMr.Winkle,senior,afteranawfulsilence.

           ‘No,sir,’repliedBob,Withnoremainsoftheclownabouthim,saveandexcepttheextremerednessofhischeeks.

           ‘Youaresureyoudidnot,sir?’saidMr.Winkle,senior.

           ‘Ohdear,yes,sir,quite,’repliedBob.

           ‘Ithoughtyoudid,Sir,’repliedtheoldgentleman,withindignantemphasis.‘PerhapsyouLOOKEDatme,sir?’

           ‘Oh,no!sir,notatall,’repliedBob,withextremecivility.

           ‘Iamverygladtohearit,sir,’saidMr.Winkle,senior.HavingfrownedupontheabashedBobwithgreatmagnificence,theoldgentlemanagainbroughtthelettertothelight,andbegantoreaditseriously.

           Mr.Pickwickeyedhimintentlyasheturnedfromthebottomlineofthefirstpagetothetoplineofthesecond,andfromthebottomofthesecondtothetopofthethird,andfromthebottomofthethirdtothetopofthefourth;butnottheslightestalterationofcountenanceaffordedacluetothefeelingswithwhichhereceivedtheannouncementofhisson’smarriage,whichMr.Pickwickknewwasintheveryfirsthalf-dozenlines.

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