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           Thenexttimeyougoouttoasmokingparty,youngfellow,fillyourpipewiththat‘erereflection;andforthepresentjustputthatbitofpinkginghamintoyourpocket.‘Tain’tsohandsomethatyouneedkeepwavingitabout,asifyouwasatight-ropedancer.’

           ‘Mymanisintheright,’saidMr.Pickwick,accostingJob,‘althoughhismodeofexpressinghisopinionissomewhathomely,andoccasionallyincomprehensible.’

           ‘Heis,sir,veryright,’saidMr.Trotter,‘andIwillgivewaynolonger.’‘Verywell,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Now,whereisthisboarding-school?’

           ‘Itisalarge,old,redbrickhouse,justoutsidethetown,Sir,’repliedJobTrotter.

           ‘Andwhen,’saidMr.Pickwick—‘whenisthisvillainousdesigntobecarriedintoexecutionwhenisthiselopementtotakeplace?’

           ‘To-night,Sir,’repliedJob.

           ‘To-night!’exclaimedMr.Pickwick.‘Thisverynight,sir,’repliedJobTrotter.‘Thatiswhatalarmsmesomuch.’

           ‘Instantmeasuresmustbetaken,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Iwillseetheladywhokeepstheestablishmentimmediately.’

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,Sir,’saidJob,‘butthatcourseofproceedingwillneverdo.’

           ‘Whynot?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Mymaster,sir,isaveryartfulman.’

           ‘Iknowheis,’saidMr.Pickwick.

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