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A good-humoured Christmas Chapter, containing an Account of a Wedding, and some other Sports beside:

           

           ‘Well,’saidSam,‘ofallthecoolboyseverIsetmyeyeson,thishereyounggen’l’m’nisthecoolest.Come,wakeup,youngdropsy!’

           Butasyoungdropsyevincednosymptomsofreturninganimation,SamWellersathimselfdowninfrontofthecart,andstartingtheoldhorsewithajerkoftherein,joggedsteadilyon,towardstheManorFarm.

           Meanwhile,Mr.Pickwickandhisfriendshavingwalkedtheirbloodintoactivecirculation,proceededcheerfullyon.Thepathswerehard;thegrasswascrispandfrosty;theairhadafine,dry,bracingcoldness;andtherapidapproachofthegraytwilight(slate-colouredisabetterterminfrostyweather)madethemlookforwardwithpleasantanticipationtothecomfortswhichawaitedthemattheirhospitableentertainer’s.Itwasthesortofafternoonthatmightinduceacoupleofelderlygentlemen,inalonelyfield,totakeofftheirgreatcoatsandplayatleap-froginpurelightnessofheartandgaiety;andwefirmlybelievethathadMr.Tupmanatthatmomentproffered‘aback,’Mr.Pickwickwouldhaveacceptedhisofferwiththeutmostavidity.

           However,Mr.Tupmandidnotvolunteeranysuchaccommodation,andthefriendswalkedon,conversingmerrily.

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