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In which Mr. Pickwick encounters an old Acquaintance — To which fortunate Circumstance the Reader is

           

           WhentheystoppedtochangeatCoventry,thesteamascendedfromthehorsesinsuchcloudsaswhollytoobscurethehostler,whosevoicewashoweverheardtodeclarefromthemist,thatheexpectedthefirstgoldmedalfromtheHumaneSocietyontheirnextdistributionofrewards,fortakingthepostboy’shatoff;thewaterdescendingfromthebrimofwhich,theinvisiblegentlemandeclared,musthavedrownedhim(thepostboy),butforhisgreatpresenceofmindintearingitpromptlyfromhishead,anddryingthegaspingman’scountenancewithawispofstraw.

           ‘Thisispleasant,’saidBobSawyer,turninguphiscoatcollar,andpullingtheshawloverhismouthtoconcentratethefumesofaglassofbrandyjustswallowed.

           ‘Wery,’repliedSamcomposedly.

           ‘Youdon’tseemtomindit,’observedBob.

           ‘Vy,Idon’texactlyseenogoodmymindin’onit’uddo,sir,’repliedSam.

           ‘That’sanunanswerablereason,anyhow,’saidBob.

           ‘Yes,sir,’rejoinedMr.Weller.‘Woteveris,isright,astheyoungnoblemansweetlyremarkedwentheyputhimdowninthepensionlist‘coshismother’suncle’svife’sgrandfathervuncelittheking’spipevithaportabletinder-box.’‘Notabadnotionthat,Sam,’saidMr.BobSawyerapprovingly.

           ,Justwottheyoungnoblemansaidev’ryquarter-dayarterwardsfortherestofhislife,’repliedMr.Weller.

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