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How Mr. Pickwick sped upon his Mission, and how he was reinforced in the Outset by a most unexpected

           Inevercommitmyselfhastilyinanyaffair,andfromwhatIseeofthis,Ibynomeansliketheappearanceofit.Athousandpoundsisnotmuch,Mr.Pickwick.’

           ‘You’reveryright,Sir,’interposedBenAllen,justawakeenoughtoknowthathehadspenthisthousandpoundswithoutthesmallestdifficulty.‘You’reanintelligentman.Bob,he’saveryknowingfellowthis.’

           ‘Iamveryhappytofindthatyoudomethejusticetomaketheadmission,sir,’saidMr.Winkle,senior,lookingcontemptuouslyatBenAllen,whowasshakinghisheadprofoundly.‘Thefactis,Mr.Pickwick,thatwhenIgavemysonarovinglicenseforayearorso,toseesomethingofmenandmanners(whichhehasdoneunderyourauspices),sothathemightnotenterlifeamereboarding-schoolmilk-soptobegulledbyeverybody,Ineverbargainedforthis.Heknowsthatverywell,soifIwithdrawmycountenancefromhimonthisaccount,hehasnocalltobesurprised.Heshallhearfromme,Mr.Pickwick.Good-night,sir.Margaret,openthedoor.’

           Allthistime,BobSawyerhadbeennudgingMr.BenAllentosaysomethingontherightside;Benaccordinglynowburst,withouttheslightestpreliminarynotice,intoabriefbutimpassionedpieceofeloquence.

           ‘Sir,’saidMr.BenAllen,staringattheoldgentleman,outofapairofverydimandlanguideyes,andworkinghisrightarmvehementlyupanddown,‘youyououghttobeashamedofyourself

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