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In which Mr. Pickwick thinks he had better go to Bath; and goes accordingly

           

           ‘She’safinewoman,’saidMr.Dowler.‘Iamproudofher.Ihavereason.’

           ‘IhopeIshallhavethepleasureofjudging,’saidMr.Pickwick,withasmile.‘Youshall,’repliedDowler.‘Sheshallknowyou.Sheshallesteemyou.Icourtedherundersingularcircumstances.Iwonherthrougharashvow.Thus.Isawher;Ilovedher;Iproposed;sherefusedme."Youloveanother?""Sparemyblushes.""Iknowhim.""Youdo.""Verygood;ifheremainshere,I’llskinhim."’

           ‘Lordblessme!’exclaimedMr.Pickwickinvoluntarily.

           ‘Didyouskinthegentleman,Sir?’inquiredMr.Winkle,withaverypaleface.

           ‘Iwrotehimanote,Isaiditwasapainfulthing.Andsoitwas.’

           ‘Certainly,’interposedMr.Winkle.

           ‘IsaidIhadpledgedmywordasagentlemantoskinhim.Mycharacterwasatstake.Ihadnoalternative.AsanofficerinHisMajesty’sservice,Iwasboundtoskinhim.Iregrettedthenecessity,butitmustbedone.Hewasopentoconviction.Hesawthattherulesoftheservicewereimperative.Hefled.Imarriedher.Here’sthecoach.That’sherhead.’

           AsMr.Dowlerconcluded,hepointedtoastagewhichhadjustdrivenup,fromtheopenwindowofwhicharatherprettyfaceinabrightbluebonnetwaslookingamongthecrowdonthepavement,mostprobablyfortherashmanhimself.Mr.

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