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The first Day’s Journey, and the first Evening’s Adventures; with their Consequences

           ‘WhoI?Brownpaperparcelhere,that’sallotherluggagegonebywaterpacking-cases,nailedupbigashousesheavy,heavy,damnedheavy,’repliedthestranger,asheforcedintohispocketasmuchashecouldofthebrownpaperparcel,whichpresentedmostsuspiciousindicationsofcontainingoneshirtandahandkerchief.

           ‘Heads,headstakecareofyourheads!’criedtheloquaciousstranger,astheycameoutunderthelowarchway,whichinthosedaysformedtheentrancetothecoach-yard.‘Terribleplacedangerousworkotherdayfivechildrenmothertalllady,eatingsandwichesforgotthearchcrashknockchildrenlookroundmother’sheadoffsandwichinherhandnomouthtoputitinheadofafamilyoffshocking,shocking!LookingatWhitehall,sir?fineplacelittlewindowsomebodyelse’sheadoffthere,eh,sir?hedidn’tkeepasharplook-outenougheithereh,Sir,eh?’

           ‘Iamruminating,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘onthestrangemutabilityofhumanaffairs.’

           ‘Ah!Iseeinatthepalacedooroneday,outatthewindowthenext.Philosopher,Sir?’‘Anobserverofhumannature,Sir,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Ah,soamI.Mostpeoplearewhenthey’velittletodoandlesstoget.Poet,Sir?’

           ‘MyfriendMr.Snodgrasshasastrongpoeticturn,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘SohaveI,’saidthestranger.

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