The Pickwick Papers


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They're going, Mrs. Raddle, they're going,' said the miserable Bob. 'I  
am afraid you'd better go,' said Mr Bob Sawyer to his friends. 'I  
thought you were making too much noise.'  
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It's a very unfortunate thing,' said the prim man. 'Just as we were  
getting so comfortable too!' The prim man was just beginning to have  
a dawning recollection of the story he had forgotten.  
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It's hardly to be borne,' said the prim man, looking round. 'Hardly to  
be borne, is it?'  
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Not to be endured,' replied Jack Hopkins; 'let's have the other verse,  
Bob. Come, here goes!'  
'No, no, Jack, don't,' interposed Bob Sawyer; 'it's a capital song, but I  
am afraid we had better not have the other verse. They are very violent  
people, the people of the house.'  
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Shall I step upstairs, and pitch into the landlord?' inquired Hopkins,  
or keep on ringing the bell, or go and groan on the staircase? You  
may command me, Bob.'  
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I am very much indebted to you for your friendship and good- nature,  
Hopkins,' said the wretched Mr Bob Sawyer, 'but I think the best plan  
to avoid any further dispute is for us to break up at once.'  
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Now, Mr Sawyer,' screamed the shrill voice of Mrs. Raddle, 'are them  
brutes going?'  
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They're only looking for their hats, Mrs. Raddle,' said Bob; 'they are  
going directly.'  
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Going!' said Mrs. Raddle, thrusting her nightcap over the banisters  
just as Mr Pickwick, followed by Mr Tupman, emerged from the  
sitting-room. 'Going! what did they ever come for?'  
'My dear ma'am,' remonstrated Mr Pickwick, looking up.  
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Get along with you, old wretch!' replied Mrs. Raddle, hastily  
withdrawing the nightcap. 'Old enough to be his grandfather, you  
willin! You're worse than any of 'em.'  
Mr Pickwick found it in vain to protest his innocence, so hurried  
downstairs into the street, whither he was closely followed by Mr  
Tupman, Mr Winkle, and Mr Snodgrass. Mr Ben Allen, who was  
dismally depressed with spirits and agitation, accompanied them as  
far as London Bridge, and in the course of the walk confided to Mr  
Winkle, as an especially eligible person to intrust the secret to, that he  


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