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Introduces Mr. Pickwick to a new and not uninteresting Scene in the great Drama of Life

           Pickwickrangthebell,andwasshown,athisownrequest,intoaprivateroomfurnishedwithacarpet,table,chairs,sideboardandsofa,andornamentedwithalooking-glass,andvariousoldprints.HerehehadtheadvantageofhearingMrs.Namby’sperformanceonasquarepianooverhead,whilethebreakfastwasgettingready;whenitcame,Mr.Perkercametoo.

           ‘Aha,mydearsir,’saidthelittleman,‘nailedatlast,eh?Come,come,I’mnotsorryforiteither,becausenowyou’llseetheabsurdityofthisconduct.I’venoteddowntheamountofthetaxedcostsanddamagesforwhichtheca-sawasissued,andwehadbettersettleatonceandlosenotime.Nambyiscomehomebythistime,Idaresay.Whatsayyou,mydearsir?ShallIdrawacheque,orwillyou?’Thelittlemanrubbedhishandswithaffectedcheerfulnessashesaidthis,butglancingatMr.Pickwick’scountenance,couldnotforbearatthesametimecastingadespondinglooktowardsSamWeller.

           ‘Perker,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘letmehearnomoreofthis,Ibeg.Iseenoadvantageinstayinghere,soIShallgotoprisonto-night.’

           ‘Youcan’tgotoWhitecrossStreet,mydearSir,’saidPerker.‘Impossible!Therearesixtybedsinaward;andthebolt’son,sixteenhoursoutofthefour-and-twenty.’

           ‘IwouldrathergotosomeotherplaceofconfinementifIcan,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Ifnot,ImustmakethebestIcanofthat.

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