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What befell Mr. Pickwick when he got into the Fleet; what Prisoners he saw there; and how he passed

           

           ‘Youdon’tthinkthereisanyprobabilityofhisappropriatingthemoneytohisownuse?’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Oh,no!Mind,Idon’tsaythat;Iexpresslysaythathe’sadevilishgentlemanlyfellow,’saidMr.Smangle.‘ButIthink,perhaps,ifsomebodywentdown,justtoseethathedidn’tdiphisbeakintothejugbyaccident,ormakesomeconfoundedmistakeinlosingthemoneyashecameupstairs,itwouldbeaswell.Here,yousir,justrundownstairs,andlookafterthatgentleman,willyou?’

           Thisrequestwasaddressedtoalittletimid-looking,nervousman,whoseappearancebespokegreatpoverty,andwhohadbeencrouchingonhisbedsteadallthiswhile,apparentlystupefiedbythenoveltyofhissituation.

           ‘Youknowwherethecoffee-roomis,’saidSmangle;‘justrundown,andtellthatgentlemanyou’vecometohelphimupwiththejug.OrstopI’lltellyouwhatI’lltellyouhowwe’lldohim,’saidSmangle,withacunninglook.

           ‘How?’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Senddownwordthathe’stospendthechangeincigars.Capitalthought.Runandtellhimthat;d’yehear?Theyshan’tbewasted,’continuedSmangle,turningtoMr.Pickwick.‘I’LLsmoke’em.’

           Thismanoeuvringwassoexceedinglyingeniousand,withal,performedwithsuchimmovablecomposureandcoolness,thatMr.Pickwickwouldhavehadnowishtodisturbit,evenifhehadhadthepower.InashorttimeMr.

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