The Pickwick Papers


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Mr Weller, senior, listened to the tale with the most profound  
attention, and, at its termination, said -  
'
Worn't one o' these chaps slim and tall, with long hair, and the gift o'  
the gab wery gallopin'?'  
Mr Pickwick did not quite understand the last item of description, but,  
comprehending the first, said 'Yes,' at a venture.  
'
T' other's a black-haired chap in mulberry livery, with a wery large  
head?'  
'Yes, yes, he is,' said Mr Pickwick and Sam, with great earnestness.  
'Then I know where they are, and that's all about it,' said Mr Weller;  
'they're at Ipswich, safe enough, them two.'  
'No!' said Mr Pickwick.  
'
Fact,' said Mr Weller, 'and I'll tell you how I know it. I work an  
Ipswich coach now and then for a friend o' mine. I worked down the  
wery day arter the night as you caught the rheumatic, and at the  
Black Boy at Chelmsford - the wery place they'd come to - I took 'em  
up, right through to Ipswich, where the man-servant - him in the  
mulberries - told me they was a-goin' to put up for a long time.'  
'
I'll follow him,' said Mr Pickwick; 'we may as well see Ipswich as any  
other place. I'll follow him.'  
'You're quite certain it was them, governor?' inquired Mr Weller,  
junior.  
'Quite, Sammy, quite,' replied his father, 'for their appearance is wery  
sing'ler; besides that 'ere, I wondered to see the gen'l'm'n so formiliar  
with his servant; and, more than that, as they sat in the front, right  
behind the box, I heerd 'em laughing and saying how they'd done old  
Fireworks.'  
'
'
Old who?' said Mr Pickwick.  
Old Fireworks, Sir; by which, I've no doubt, they meant you, Sir.'  
There is nothing positively vile or atrocious in the appellation of 'old  
Fireworks,' but still it is by no means a respectful or flattering  
designation. The recollection of all the wrongs he had sustained at  
Jingle's hands, had crowded on Mr Pickwick's mind, the moment Mr  
Weller began to speak; it wanted but a feather to turn the scale, and  
'old Fireworks' did it.  
'
I'll follow him,' said Mr Pickwick, with an emphatic blow on the table.  


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