Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба

A good-humoured Christmas Chapter, containing an Account of a Wedding, and some other Sports beside:

           

           ‘Yes,yes,’saidMr.Pickwickhastily,forherememberedhowtheyhadtravelledovernearlythesamegroundonapreviousoccasion.‘Yes,wewouldratherwalk.Here,Sam!’

           ‘Sir,’saidMr.Weller.

           ‘HelpMr.Wardle’sservanttoputthepackagesintothecart,andthenrideonwithhim.Wewillwalkforwardatonce.’

           Havinggiventhisdirection,andsettledwiththecoachman,Mr.Pickwickandhisthreefriendsstruckintothefootpathacrossthefields,andwalkedbrisklyaway,leavingMr.Wellerandthefatboyconfrontedtogetherforthefirsttime.Samlookedatthefatboywithgreatastonishment,butwithoutsayingaword;andbegantostowtheluggagerapidlyawayinthecart,whilethefatboystoodquietlyby,andseemedtothinkitaveryinterestingsortofthingtoseeMr.Wellerworkingbyhimself.

           ‘There,’saidSam,throwinginthelastcarpet-bag,‘theretheyare!’

           ‘Yes,’saidthefatboy,inaverysatisfiedtone,‘theretheyare.’

           ‘Vell,youngtwentystun,’saidSam,‘you’reanicespecimenofaprizeboy,youare!’‘Thank’ee,’saidthefatboy.

           ‘Youain’tgotnothin’onyourmindasmakesyoufretyourself,haveyou?’inquiredSam.

           ‘NotasIknowson,’repliedthefatboy.

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