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Mr. Pickwick journeys to Ipswich and meets with a romantic Adventure with a middle-aged Lady in yell

           Thestreet’slinedvith’em.BlessedifIdon’tthinkthatvenaman’swerypoor,herushesoutofhislodgings,andeatsoystersinreg’lardesperation.’

           ‘Tobesurehedoes,’saidMr.Weller,senior;‘andit’sjustthesamevithpickledsalmon!’

           ‘Thosearetwoveryremarkablefacts,whichneveroccurredtomebefore,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Theveryfirstplacewestopat,I’llmakeanoteofthem.’

           BythistimetheyhadreachedtheturnpikeatMileEnd;aprofoundsilenceprevaileduntiltheyhadgottwoorthreemilesfartheron,whenMr.Weller,senior,turningsuddenlytoMr.Pickwick,said

           ‘Weryqueerlifeisapike-keeper’s,sir.’

           ‘Awhat?’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Apike-keeper.’

           ‘Whatdoyoumeanbyapike-keeper?’inquiredMr.PeterMagnus.

           ‘Theold’unmeansaturnpike-keeper,gen’l’m’n,’observedMr.SamuelWeller,inexplanation.

           ‘Oh,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘Isee.Yes;verycuriouslife.Veryuncomfortable.’

           ‘They’reallon’emmenashasmetvithsomedisappointmentinlife,’saidMr.Weller,senior.

           ‘Ay,ay,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Yes.Consequenceofvich,theyretiresfromtheworld,andshutsthemselvesupinpikes;partlywiththeviewofbeingsolitary,andpartlytorewengethemselvesonmankindbytakin’tolls.

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