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Some Account of Eatanswill; of the State of Parties therein; and of the Election of a Member to serv

           Perker,sinkinghisvoicealmosttoawhisper.‘Wehadalittletea-partyhere,lastnightfive-and-fortywomen,mydearsirandgaveeveryoneof’emagreenparasolwhenshewentaway.’

           ‘Aparasol!’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Fact,mydearSir,fact.Five-and-fortygreenparasols,atsevenandsixpencea-piece.Allwomenlikefineryextraordinarytheeffectofthoseparasols.Securedalltheirhusbands,andhalftheirbrothersbeatsstockings,andflannel,andallthatsortofthinghollow.Myidea,mydearSir,entirely.Hail,rain,orsunshine,youcan’twalkhalfadozenyardsupthestreet,withoutencounteringhalfadozengreenparasols.’

           Herethelittlemanindulgedinaconvulsionofmirth,whichwasonlycheckedbytheentranceofathirdparty.

           Thiswasatall,thinman,withasandy-colouredheadinclinedtobaldness,andafaceinwhichsolemnimportancewasblendedwithalookofunfathomableprofundity.Hewasdressedinalongbrownsurtout,withablackclothwaistcoat,anddrabtrousers.Adoubleeyeglassdangledathiswaistcoat;andonhisheadheworeaverylow-crownedhatwithabroadbrim.Thenew-comerwasintroducedtoMr.PickwickasMr.Pott,theeditoroftheEatanswillGAZETTE.Afterafewpreliminaryremarks,Mr.PottturnedroundtoMr.Pickwick,andsaidwithsolemnity

           ‘Thiscontestexcitesgreatinterestinthemetropolis,sir?’

           ‘Ibelieveitdoes,’saidMr.Pickwick.

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