Посмертні записки Піквікського клубу

Introduces Mr. Pickwick to a new and not uninteresting Scene in the great Drama of Life

           Priceconfirmedtheassertionwithanoath,andthenlaughedagain,whenofcoursetheboy(whothoughthiscompaniononeofthemostdashingfellowsalive)laughedalso.

           ‘You’dhardlythink,wouldyounow,’saidPrice,turningtowardsMr.Pickwick,‘thatthatchap’sbeenhereaweekyesterday,andneveronceshavedhimselfyet,becausehefeelssocertainhe’sgoingoutinhalfanhour’stime,thinkshemayaswellputitofftillhegetshome?’

           ‘Poorman!’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Arehischancesofgettingoutofhisdifficultiesreallysogreat?’

           ‘Chancesbedd,’repliedPrice;‘hehasn’thalftheghostofone.Iwouldn’tgiveTHATforhischanceofwalkingaboutthestreetsthistimetenyears.’Withthis,Mr.Pricesnappedhisfingerscontemptuously,andrangthebell.

           ‘Givemeasheetofpaper,Crookey,’saidMr.Pricetotheattendant,whoindressandgeneralappearancelookedsomethingbetweenabankruptglazier,andadroverinastateofinsolvency;‘andaglassofbrandy-and-water,Crookey,d’yehear?I’mgoingtowritetomyfather,andImusthaveastimulant,orIshan’tbeabletopitchitstrongenoughintotheoldboy.’Atthisfacetiousspeech,theyoungboy,itisalmostneedlesstosay,wasfairlyconvulsed.

           ‘That’sright,’saidMr.Price.‘Neversaydie.Allfun,ain’tit?’

           ‘Prime!’saidtheyounggentleman.

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