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

           "Don’tdothat,myboy,"saidthefather."Iain’ta-doin’nothing,"saidthechild."Well,don’tdoitagain,"saidthefather.Therewasashortsilence,andthenthenoisebeganagain,worsethanever."Ifyoudon’tmindwhatIsay,myboy,"saidthefather,"you’llfindyourselfinbed,insomethinglessthanapig’swhisper."Hegavethechildashaketomakehimobedient,andsucharattlingensuedasnobodyeverheardbefore."Why,damme,it’sINthechild!"saidthefather,"he’sgotthecroupinthewrongplace!""No,Ihaven’t,father,"saidthechild,beginningtocry,"it’sthenecklace;Iswallowedit,father."Thefathercaughtthechildup,andranwithhimtothehospital;thebeadsintheboy’sstomachrattlingallthewaywiththejolting;andthepeoplelookingupintheair,anddowninthecellars,toseewheretheunusualsoundcamefrom.He’sinthehospitalnow,’saidJackHopkins,‘andhemakessuchadevilofanoisewhenhewalksabout,thatthey’reobligedtomufflehiminawatchman’scoat,forfearheshouldwakethepatients.’

           ‘That’sthemostextraordinarycaseIeverheardof,’saidMr.Pickwick,withanemphaticblowonthetable.

           ‘Oh,that’snothing,’saidJackHopkins.‘Isit,Bob?’

           ‘Certainlynot,’repliedBobSawyer.

           ‘Verysingularthingsoccurinourprofession,Icanassureyou,Sir,’saidHopkins.

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