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An old-fashioned Card-party — The Clergyman’s verses — The Story of the Convict’s Return

           Wardle,whoappearedverydesiroustodrawhisfriendout,fortheedificationofhisnewvisitors.

           Theoldgentlemanslightlynoddedhisheadintokenofassent,andwasproceedingtochangethesubject,whenMr.Pickwicksaid

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,sir,butpray,ifImayventuretoinquire,whowasJohnEdmunds?’

           ‘TheverythingIwasabouttoask,’saidMr.Snodgrasseagerly.

           ‘Youarefairlyinforit,’saidthejollyhost.‘Youmustsatisfythecuriosityofthesegentlemen,soonerorlater;soyouhadbettertakeadvantageofthisfavourableopportunity,anddosoatonce.’

           Theoldgentlemansmiledgood-humouredlyashedrewhischairforwardtheremainderofthepartydrewtheirchairsclosertogether,especiallyMr.Tupmanandthespinsteraunt,whowerepossiblyratherhardofhearing;andtheoldlady’sear-trumpethavingbeendulyadjusted,andMr.Miller(whohadfallenasleepduringtherecitaloftheverses)rousedfromhisslumbersbyanadmonitorypinch,administeredbeneaththetablebyhisex-partnerthesolemnfatman,theoldgentleman,withoutfurtherpreface,commencedthefollowingtale,towhichwehavetakenthelibertyofprefixingthetitleof

           THECONVICT’SRETURN‘WhenIfirstsettledinthisvillage,’saidtheoldgentleman,‘whichisnowjustfive-and-twentyyearsago,themostnotoriouspersonamongmyparishionerswasamanofthenameofEdmunds,wholeasedasmallfarmnearthisspot.

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