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Relates how Mr. Pickwick, with the Assistance of Samuel Weller, essayed to soften the Heart of Mr. B

           

           ‘Yoursister,mydearSir,’saidMr.Pickwick,turningtoBenjaminAllen,‘isinLondon;wellandhappy.’

           ‘Herhappinessisnoobjecttome,sir,’saidBenjaminAllen,withaflourishofthehand.

           ‘HerhusbandISanobjecttoME,Sir,’saidBobSawyer.‘Heshallbeanobjecttome,sir,attwelvepaces,andaprettyobjectI’llmakeofhim,siramean-spiritedscoundrel!’This,asitstood,wasaveryprettydenunciation,andmagnanimouswithal;butMr.BobSawyerratherweakeneditseffect,bywindingupwithsomegeneralobservationsconcerningthepunchingofheadsandknockingoutofeyes,whichwerecommonplacebycomparison.

           ‘Stay,sir,’saidMr.Pickwick;‘beforeyouapplythoseepithetstothegentlemaninquestion,consider,dispassionately,theextentofhisfault,andaboveallrememberthatheisafriendofmine.’

           ‘What!’saidMr.BobSawyer.‘Hisname!’criedBenAllen.‘Hisname!’

           ‘Mr.NathanielWinkle,’saidMr,Pickwick.

           Mr.BenjaminAllendeliberatelycrushedhisspectaclesbeneaththeheelofhisboot,andhavingpickedupthepieces,andputthemintothreeseparatepockets,foldedhisarms,bithislips,andlookedinathreateningmannerattheblandfeaturesofMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Thenit’syou,isit,Sir,whohaveencouragedandbroughtaboutthismatch?’inquiredMr.BenjaminAllenatlength.

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