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A pleasant Day with an unpleasant Termination

           

           ‘Well,wellIdon’tmind,’saidpoorWinkle,turninghisgun-stockuppermost—‘there.’

           ‘Anythin’foraquietlife,’saidMr.Weller;andontheywentagain.

           ‘Stop!’saidMr.Pickwick,aftertheyhadgoneafewyardsfarther.

           ‘Whatnow?’saidWardle.

           ‘ThatgunofTupman’sisnotsafe:Iknowitisn’t,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Eh?What!notsafe?’saidMr.Tupman,inatoneofgreatalarm.

           ‘Notasyouarecarryingit,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Iamverysorrytomakeanyfurtherobjection,butIcannotconsenttogoon,unlessyoucarryitasWinkledoeshis.’

           ‘Ithinkyouhadbetter,sir,’saidthelonggamekeeper,‘oryou’requiteaslikelytolodgethechargeinyourselfasinanythingelse.’

           Mr.Tupman,withthemostobliginghaste,placedhispieceinthepositionrequired,andthepartymovedonagain;thetwoamateursmarchingwithreversedarms,likeacoupleofprivatesataroyalfuneral.

           Thedogssuddenlycametoadeadstop,andthepartyadvancingstealthilyasinglepace,stoppedtoo.

           ‘What’sthematterwiththedogs’legs?’whisperedMr.Winkle.‘Howqueerthey’restanding.’

           ‘Hush,can’tyou?’repliedWardlesoftly.‘Don’tyousee,they’remakingapoint?’

           ‘Makingapoint!’saidMr.

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