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In which is given a faithful Portraiture of two distinguished Persons; and an accurate Description o

           Winkleindignantly.‘They’llseeherlyre,won’tthey?’

           ‘True;Iforgotthat,’saidMr.Snodgrass.

           ‘Ishallgoasabandit,‘interposedMr.Tupman.

           ‘What!’saidMr.Pickwick,withasuddenstart.

           ‘Asabandit,’repeatedMr.Tupman,mildly.

           ‘Youdon’tmeantosay,’saidMr.Pickwick,gazingwithsolemnsternnessathisfriend‘youdon’tmeantosay,Mr.Tupman,thatitisyourintentiontoputyourselfintoagreenvelvetjacket,withatwo-inchtail?’

           ‘SuchISmyintention,Sir,’repliedMr.Tupmanwarmly.‘Andwhynot,sir?’

           ‘Because,Sir,’saidMr.Pickwick,considerablyexcited‘becauseyouaretooold,Sir.’

           ‘Tooold!’exclaimedMr.Tupman.

           ‘Andifanyfurthergroundofobjectionbewanting,’continuedMr.Pickwick,‘youaretoofat,sir.’

           ‘Sir,’saidMr.Tupman,hisfacesuffusedwithacrimsonglow,‘thisisaninsult.’

           ‘Sir,’repliedMr.Pickwick,inthesametone,‘itisnothalftheinsulttoyou,thatyourappearanceinmypresenceinagreenvelvetjacket,withatwo-inchtail,wouldbetome.’

           ‘Sir,’saidMr.Tupman,‘you’reafellow.’

           ‘Sir,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘you’reanother!’

           Mr.Tupmanadvancedasteportwo,andglaredatMr.Pickwick.Mr.

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