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A Field Day and Bivouac — More new Friends — An Invitation to the Country

           Thefreshbottlewasproduced,andspeedilyemptied:thehamperwasmadefastinitsoldplacethefatboyoncemoremountedtheboxthespectaclesandpocket-glasswereagainadjustedandtheevolutionsofthemilitaryrecommenced.Therewasagreatfizzingandbangingofguns,andstartingofladiesandthenaMinewassprung,tothegratificationofeverybodyandwhentheminehadgoneoff,themilitaryandthecompanyfolloweditsexample,andwentofftoo.

           ‘Now,mind,’saidtheoldgentleman,asheshookhandswithMr.Pickwickattheconclusionofaconversationwhichhadbeencarriedonatintervals,duringtheconclusionoftheproceedings,"weshallseeyouallto-morrow.’

           ‘Mostcertainly,’repliedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Youhavegottheaddress?’

           ‘ManorFarm,DingleyDell,’saidMr.Pickwick,consultinghispocket-book.‘That’sit,’saidtheoldgentleman.‘Idon’tletyouoff,mind,underaweek;andundertakethatyoushallseeeverythingworthseeing.Ifyou’vecomedownforacountrylife,cometome,andI’llgiveyouplentyofit.Joedamnthatboy,he’sgonetosleepagainJoe,helpTomputinthehorses.’

           Thehorseswereputinthedrivermountedthefatboyclamberedupbyhissidefarewellswereexchangedandthecarriagerattledoff

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