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Chapter XV
In Which Is Given A Faithful Portraiture Of Two Distinguished
Persons; And An Accurate Description Of A Public Breakfast In
Their House And Grounds: Which Public Breakfast Leads To The
Recognition Of An Old Acquaintance, And The Commencement Of
Another Chapter
Mr Pickwick's conscience had been somewhat reproaching him for his
recent neglect of his friends at the Peacock; and he was just on the
point of walking forth in quest of them, on the third morning after the
election had terminated, when his faithful valet put into his hand a
card, on which was engraved the following inscription: -
Mrs. Leo Hunter THE DEN. EATANSWILL.
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Person's a-waitin',' said Sam, epigrammatically.
Does the person want me, Sam?' inquired Mr Pickwick.
He wants you partickler; and no one else 'll do, as the devil's private
secretary said ven he fetched avay Doctor Faustus,' replied Mr Weller.
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HE. Is it a gentleman?' said Mr Pickwick.
A wery good imitation o' one, if it ain't,' replied Mr Weller.
But this is a lady's card,' said Mr Pickwick.
Given me by a gen'l'm'n, howsoever,' replied Sam, 'and he's a-waitin'
in the drawing-room - said he'd rather wait all day, than not see you.'
Mr Pickwick, on hearing this determination, descended to the
drawing-room, where sat a grave man, who started up on his
entrance, and said, with an air of profound respect: -
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Mr Pickwick, I presume?'
The same.'
Allow me, Sir, the honour of grasping your hand. Permit me, Sir, to
shake it,' said the grave man.
'Certainly,' said Mr Pickwick. The stranger shook the extended hand,
and then continued -
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We have heard of your fame, sir. The noise of your antiquarian
discussion has reached the ears of Mrs. Leo Hunter - my wife, sir; I
am Mr Leo Hunter' - the stranger paused, as if he expected that Mr
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