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           Itwasagoodlongslide,andtherewassomethinginthemotionwhichMr.Pickwick,whowasverycoldwithstandingstill,couldnothelpenvying.

           ‘Itlooksanicewarmexercisethat,doesn’tit?’heinquiredofWardle,whenthatgentlemanwasthoroughlyoutofbreath,byreasonoftheindefatigablemannerinwhichhehadconvertedhislegsintoapairofcompasses,anddrawncomplicatedproblemsontheice.

           ‘Ah,itdoes,indeed,’repliedWardle.‘Doyouslide?’

           ‘Iusedtodoso,onthegutters,whenIwasaboy,’repliedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Tryitnow,’saidWardle.

           ‘Oh,do,please,Mr.Pickwick!’criedalltheladies.

           ‘Ishouldbeveryhappytoaffordyouanyamusement,’repliedMr.Pickwick,‘butIhaven’tdonesuchathingthesethirtyyears.’

           ‘Pooh!pooh!Nonsense!’saidWardle,draggingoffhisskateswiththeimpetuositywhichcharacterisedallhisproceedings.‘Here;I’llkeepyoucompany;comealong!’Andawaywentthegood-temperedoldfellowdowntheslide,witharapiditywhichcameverycloseuponMr.Weller,andbeatthefatboyalltonothing.

           Mr.Pickwickpaused,considered,pulledoffhisglovesandputtheminhishat;tooktwoorthreeshortruns,baulkedhimselfasoften,andatlasttookanotherrun,andwentslowlyandgravelydowntheslide,withhisfeetaboutayardandaquarterapart,amidstthegratifiedshoutsofallthespectators.

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