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In which Mr. Pickwick encounters an old Acquaintance — To which fortunate Circumstance the Reader is

           

           ‘Rum,’saidMr.Slurk,turningfiercelyuponhim.‘Haveyougotafireanywhere?’

           ‘Wecanlightonedirectly,Sir,’saidthelandlord.

           ‘Whichwillthrowoutnoheatuntilitisbed-time,’interruptedMr.Slurk.‘Isthereanybodyinthekitchen?’

           Notasoul.Therewasabeautifulfire.Everybodyhadgone,andthehousedoorwasclosedforthenight.

           ‘Iwilldrinkmyrum-and-water,’saidMr.Slurk,‘bythekitchenfire.’So,gatheringuphishatandnewspaper,hestalkedsolemnlybehindthelandlordtothathumbleapartment,andthrowinghimselfonasettlebythefireside,resumedhiscountenanceofscorn,andbegantoreadanddrinkinsilentdignity.

           Now,somedemonofdiscord,flyingovertheSaracen’sHeadatthatmoment,oncastingdownhiseyesinmereidlecuriosity,happenedtobeholdSlurkestablishedcomfortablybythekitchenfire,andPottslightlyelevatedwithwineinanotherroom;uponwhichthemaliciousdemon,dartingdownintothelast-mentionedapartmentwithinconceivablerapidity,passedatonceintotheheadofMr.BobSawyer,andpromptedhimforhis(thedemon’s)ownevilpurposetospeakasfollows:

           ‘Isay,we’veletthefireout.It’suncommonlycoldaftertherain,isn’tit?’

           ‘Itreallyis,’repliedMr.Pickwick,shivering.

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