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Well, then, next day.'
Next day is the first of September, and you're pledged to ride out with
us, as far as Sir Geoffrey Manning's grounds at all events, and to meet
us at lunch, if you don't take the field.'
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Well, then, the day after,' said Mr Pickwick; 'Thursday. - Sam!'
Sir,' replied Mr Weller.
Take two places outside to London, on Thursday morning, for yourself
and me.'
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Wery well, Sir.'
Mr Weller left the room, and departed slowly on his errand, with his
hands in his pocket and his eyes fixed on the ground.
'
Rum feller, the hemperor,' said Mr Weller, as he walked slowly up the
street. 'Think o' his makin' up to that 'ere Mrs. Bardell - vith a little
boy, too! Always the vay vith these here old 'uns howsoever, as is such
steady goers to look at. I didn't think he'd ha' done it, though - I didn't
think he'd ha' done it!' Moralising in this strain, Mr Samuel Weller
bent his steps towards the booking-office.
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