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Describes, far more fully than the Court Newsman ever did, a Bachelor’s Party, given by Mr. Bob Sawy

           ‘Hardlytobeborne,isit?’

           ‘Nottobeendured,’repliedJackHopkins;‘let’shavetheotherverse,Bob.Come,heregoes!’

           ‘No,no,Jack,don’t,’interposedBobSawyer;‘it’sacapitalsong,butIamafraidwehadbetternothavetheotherverse.Theyareveryviolentpeople,thepeopleofthehouse.’

           ‘ShallIstepupstairs,andpitchintothelandlord?’inquiredHopkins,‘orkeeponringingthebell,orgoandgroanonthestaircase?Youmaycommandme,Bob.’

           ‘Iamverymuchindebtedtoyouforyourfriendshipandgood-nature,Hopkins,’saidthewretchedMr.BobSawyer,‘butIthinkthebestplantoavoidanyfurtherdisputeisforustobreakupatonce.’

           ‘Now,Mr.Sawyer,’screamedtheshrillvoiceofMrs.Raddle,‘arethembrutesgoing?’

           ‘They’reonlylookingfortheirhats,Mrs.Raddle,’saidBob;‘theyaregoingdirectly.’

           ‘Going!’saidMrs.Raddle,thrustinghernightcapoverthebanistersjustasMr.Pickwick,followedbyMr.Tupman,emergedfromthesitting-room.‘Going!whatdidtheyevercomefor?’

           ‘Mydearma’am,’remonstratedMr.Pickwick,lookingup.

           ‘Getalongwithyou,oldwretch!’repliedMrs.Raddle,hastilywithdrawingthenightcap.‘Oldenoughtobehisgrandfather,youwillin!You’reworsethananyof’em.’

           Mr

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