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Descriptive of an affecting Interview between Mr. Samuel Weller and a Family Party. Mr. Pickwick mak

           Pickwick,thinkingitmightbeexpectedofhim,keptonsmilingtotheendoftheinterview.

           Thegentlemanwiththeuncombedheadappearedquitesatisfiedwiththismuteannouncementoftheirbusiness,and,producingaflatstonebottle,whichmightholdaboutacoupleofquarts,frombeneathhisbedstead,filledoutthreeglassesofgin,whichJobTrotterandSamdisposedofinamostworkmanlikemanner.

           ‘Anymore?’saidthewhistlinggentleman.

           ‘Nomore,’repliedJobTrotter.

           Mr.Pickwickpaid,thedoorwasunbolted,andouttheycame;theuncombedgentlemanbestowingafriendlynoduponMr.Roker,whohappenedtobepassingatthemoment.

           Fromthisspot,Mr.Pickwickwanderedalongallthegalleries,upanddownallthestaircases,andonceagainroundthewholeareaoftheyard.ThegreatbodyoftheprisonpopulationappearedtobeMivins,andSmangle,andtheparson,andthebutcher,andtheleg,overandover,andoveragain.Therewerethesamesqualor,thesameturmoilandnoise,thesamegeneralcharacteristics,ineverycorner;inthebestandtheworstalike.Thewholeplaceseemedrestlessandtroubled;andthepeoplewerecrowdingandflittingtoandfro,liketheshadowsinanuneasydream.

           ‘Ihaveseenenough,’saidMr.Pickwick,ashethrewhimselfintoachairinhislittleapartment.‘Myheadacheswiththesescenes,andmyhearttoo.HenceforthIwillbeaprisonerinmyownroom.’

           AndMr

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