The Pickwick Papers


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to expose the treachery and falsehood of an individual, upon whose  
truth and honour I placed implicit reliance.'  
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Dear me,' said Mr Peter Magnus, 'that's very unpleasant. It is a lady, I  
presume? Eh? ah! Sly, Mr Pickwick, sly. Well, Mr Pickwick, sir, I  
wouldn't probe your feelings for the world. Painful subjects, these, sir,  
very painful. Don't mind me, Mr Pickwick, if you wish to give vent to  
your feelings. I know what it is to be jilted, Sir; I have endured that  
sort of thing three or four times.'  
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I am much obliged to you, for your condolence on what you presume  
to be my melancholy case,' said Mr Pickwick, winding up his watch,  
and laying it on the table, 'but - '  
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No, no,' said Mr Peter Magnus, 'not a word more; it's a painful  
subject. I see, I see. What's the time, Mr Pickwick?' 'Past twelve.'  
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Dear me, it's time to go to bed. It will never do, sitting here. I shall be  
pale to-morrow, Mr Pickwick.'  
At the bare notion of such a calamity, Mr Peter Magnus rang the bell  
for the chambermaid; and the striped bag, the red bag, the leathern  
hat-box, and the brown-paper parcel, having been conveyed to his  
bedroom, he retired in company with a japanned candlestick, to one  
side of the house, while Mr Pickwick, and another japanned  
candlestick, were conducted through a multitude of tortuous  
windings, to another.  
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This is your room, sir,' said the chambermaid.  
Very well,' replied Mr Pickwick, looking round him. It was a tolerably  
large double-bedded room, with a fire; upon the whole, a more  
comfortable-looking apartment than Mr Pickwick's short experience of  
the accommodations of the Great White Horse had led him to expect.  
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Nobody sleeps in the other bed, of course,' said Mr Pickwick.  
Oh, no, Sir.'  
Very good. Tell my servant to bring me up some hot water at half-past  
eight in the morning, and that I shall not want him any more to-  
night.'  
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Yes, Sir,' and bidding Mr Pickwick good-night, the chambermaid  
retired, and left him alone.  
Mr Pickwick sat himself down in a chair before the fire, and fell into a  
train of rambling meditations. First he thought of his friends, and  


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