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           Thenshescreamsweryloud,andfallsinto‘sterics;andhesmokeswerycomfortablytillshecomestoagin.That’sphilosophy,Sir,ain’tit?’

           ‘Averygoodsubstituteforit,atallevents,’repliedMr.Pickwick,laughing.‘Itmusthavebeenofgreatservicetoyou,inthecourseofyourramblinglife,Sam.’

           ‘Service,sir,’exclaimedSam.‘Youmaysaythat.ArterIrunawayfromthecarrier,andaforeItookupwiththevaginer,Ihadunfurnishedlodgin’sforafortnight.’

           ‘Unfurnishedlodgings?’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘YesthedryarchesofWaterlooBridge.Finesleeping-placevithintenminutes’walkofallthepublicofficesonlyifthereisanyobjectiontoit,itisthatthesitivation’sraythertooairy.Iseesomequeersightsthere.’‘Ah,Isupposeyoudid,’saidMr.Pickwick,withanairofconsiderableinterest.

           ‘Sights,sir,’resumedMr.Weller,‘as’udpenetrateyourbenevolentheart,andcomeoutontheotherside.Youdon’tseethereg’larwagrantsthere;trust’em,theyknowsbetterthanthat.Youngbeggars,maleandfemale,ashasn’tmadeariseintheirprofession,takesuptheirquarterstheresometimes;butit’sgenerallytheworn-out,starving,houselesscreetursasrollthemselvesinthedarkcornerso’themlonesomeplacespoorcreetursasain’tuptothetwopennyrope.’

           ‘Andpray,Sam,whatisthetwopennyrope?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

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