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

           Weller,attractedbyhismaster’scries,hadnotrushedinatthemoment,and,snatchingupamealsack,effectuallystoppedtheconflictbydrawingitovertheheadandshouldersofthemightyPott,andclaspinghimtightroundtheshoulders.

           ‘Takeawaythat‘erebagfromthet’othermadman,’saidSamtoBenAllenandBobSawyer,whohaddonenothingbutdodgeroundthegroup,eachwithatortoise-shelllancetinhishand,readytobleedthefirstmanstunned.‘Giveitup,youwretchedlittlecreetur,orI’llsmotheryouinit.’

           Awedbythesethreats,andquiteoutofbreath,theINDEPENDENTsufferedhimselftobedisarmed;andMr.Weller,removingtheextinguisherfromPott,sethimfreewithacaution.

           ‘Youtakeyourselvesofftobedquietly,’saidSam,‘orI’llputyoubothinit,andletyoufightitoutviththemouthtied,asIvouldadozensich,iftheyplayedthesegames.Andyouhavethegoodnesstocomethishereway,sir,ifyouplease.’

           Thusaddressinghismaster,Samtookhimbythearm,andledhimoff,whiletherivaleditorswereseverallyremovedtotheirbedsbythelandlord,undertheinspectionofMr.BobSawyerandMr.BenjaminAllen;breathing,astheywentaway,manysanguinarythreats,andmakingvagueappointmentsformortalcombatnextday

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