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Mr. Samuel Weller, being intrusted with a Mission of Love, proceeds to execute it; with what Success

           

           ‘Holdhard,’whisperedSam,whowas,ofcourse,thefirstoftheparty.‘Showalightforjustvunsecond,Sir.’

           Mr.Pickwickdidashewasdesired,andSam,seeingaman’sheadpeepingoutverycautiouslywithinhalfayardofhisown,gaveitagentletapwithhisclenchedfist,whichknockedit,withahollowsound,againstthegate.Havingperformedthisfeatwithgreatsuddennessanddexterity,Mr.WellercaughtMr.Pickwickuponhisback,andfollowedMr.Winkledownthelaneatapacewhich,consideringtheburdenhecarried,wasperfectlyastonishing.

           ‘Haveyougotyourvindbackagin,Sir,’inquiredSam,whentheyhadreachedtheend.

           ‘Quite.Quite,now,’repliedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Thencomealong,Sir,’saidSam,settinghismasteronhisfeetagain.‘Comebetveenus,sir.Nothalfamiletorun.Thinkyou’revinnin’acup,sir.Nowforit.’

           Thusencouraged,Mr.Pickwickmadetheverybestuseofhislegs.ItmaybeconfidentlystatedthatapairofblackgaitersnevergotoverthegroundinbetterstylethandidthoseofMr.Pickwickonthismemorableoccasion.

           Thecoachwaswaiting,thehorseswerefresh,theroadsweregood,andthedriverwaswilling.ThewholepartyarrivedinsafetyattheBushbeforeMr.Pickwickhadrecoveredhisbreath.

           ‘inwithyouatonce,sir,’saidSam,ashehelpedhismasterout.‘Don’tstopasecondinthestreet,arterthat‘ereexercise

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