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Describes, far more fully than the Court Newsman ever did, a Bachelor’s Party, given by Mr. Bob Sawy

           Heworeablackvelvetwaistcoat,withthunder-and-lightningbuttons;andabluestripedshirt,withawhitefalsecollar.

           ‘You’relate,Jack?’saidMr.BenjaminAllen.

           ‘BeendetainedatBartholomew’s,’repliedHopkins.

           ‘Anythingnew?’

           ‘No,nothingparticular.Ratheragoodaccidentbroughtintothecasualtyward.’

           ‘Whatwasthat,sir?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Onlyamanfallenoutofafourpairofstairs’window;butit’saveryfaircaseindeed.’

           ‘Doyoumeanthatthepatientisinafairwaytorecover?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.‘No,’repliedMr.Hopkinscarelessly.‘No,Ishouldrathersayhewouldn’t.Theremustbeasplendidoperation,though,to-morrowmagnificentsightifSlasherdoesit.’

           ‘YouconsiderMr.Slasheragoodoperator?’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Bestalive,’repliedHopkins.‘Tookaboy’slegoutofthesocketlastweekboyatefiveapplesandagingerbreadcakeexactlytwominutesafteritwasallover,boysaidhewouldn’tlietheretobemadegameof,andhe’dtellhismotheriftheydidn’tbegin.’

           ‘Dearme!’saidMr.Pickwick,astonished.

           ‘Pooh!That’snothing,thatain’t,’saidJackHopkins.‘Isit,Bob?’

           ‘Nothingatall,’repliedMr.BobSawyer.

           ‘Bythebye,Bob,’saidHopkins,withascarcelyperceptibleglanceatMr.

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