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In which Mr. Pickwick thinks he had better go to Bath; and goes accordingly

           Iknowthesethingshavebeendone.Iknowtheyaredoneeveryday;butIneverwasdone,andIneverwillbe.Thosewhoknowmebest,bestknowit;crushme!’Herethefiercegentlemanrangthebellwithgreatviolence,andtoldthewaiterhe’dbetterbringthetoastinfiveseconds,orhe’dknowthereasonwhy.

           ‘Mygoodsir,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘youwillallowmetoobservethatthisisaveryunnecessarydisplayofexcitement.Ihaveonlytakenplacesinsidefortwo.’

           ‘Iamgladtohearit,’saidthefierceman.‘Iwithdrawmyexpressions.Itenderanapology.There’smycard.Givemeyouracquaintance.’

           ‘Withgreatpleasure,Sir,’repliedMr.Pickwick.‘Wearetobefellow-travellers,andIhopeweshallfindeachother’ssocietymutuallyagreeable.’

           ‘Ihopeweshall,’saidthefiercegentleman.‘Iknowweshall.Ilikeyourlooks;theypleaseme.Gentlemen,yourhandsandnames.Knowme.’

           Ofcourse,aninterchangeoffriendlysalutationsfollowedthisgraciousspeech;andthefiercegentlemanimmediatelyproceededtoinformthefriends,inthesameshort,abrupt,jerkingsentences,thathisnamewasDowler;thathewasgoingtoBathonpleasure;thathewasformerlyinthearmy;thathehadnowsetupinbusinessasagentleman;thathelivedupontheprofits;andthattheindividualforwhomthesecondplacewastaken,wasapersonagenolessillustriousthanMrs.Dowler,hisladywife.

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