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Involving another Journey, and an Antiquarian Discovery; Recording Mr. Pickwick’s Determination to b

           

           ‘Iscreamedratherthantalked,forIfelttumultuouspassionseddyingthroughmyveins,andtheoldspiritswhisperingandtauntingmetotearhisheartout.

           ‘"Damnyou,"saidI,startingup,andrushinguponhim;"Ikilledher.Iamamadman.Downwithyou.Blood,blood!Iwillhaveit!"

           ‘Iturnedasidewithoneblowthechairhehurledatmeinhisterror,andclosedwithhim;andwithaheavycrashwerolleduponthefloortogether.‘Itwasafinestrugglethat;forhewasatall,strongman,fightingforhislife;andI,apowerfulmadman,thirstingtodestroyhim.Iknewnostrengthcouldequalmine,andIwasright.Rightagain,thoughamadman!Hisstrugglesgrewfainter.Ikneltuponhischest,andclaspedhisbrawnythroatfirmlywithbothhands.Hisfacegrewpurple;hiseyeswerestartingfromhishead,andwithprotrudedtongue,heseemedtomockme.Isqueezedthetighter.‘Thedoorwassuddenlyburstopenwithaloudnoise,andacrowdofpeoplerushedforward,cryingaloudtoeachothertosecurethemadman.

           ‘Mysecretwasout;andmyonlystrugglenowwasforlibertyandfreedom.Igainedmyfeetbeforeahandwasonme,threwmyselfamongmyassailants,andclearedmywaywithmystrongarm,asifIboreahatchetinmyhand,andhewedthemdownbeforeme.Igainedthedoor,droppedoverthebanisters,andinaninstantwasinthestreet.

           ‘StraightandswiftIran,andnoonedaredtostopme.

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