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No less a person, I assure you,' said the Master of the Ceremonies.  
Hush. Draw a little nearer, Mr Pickwick. You see the splendidly-  
dressed young man coming this way?'  
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The one with the long hair, and the particularly small forehead?'  
inquired Mr Pickwick.  
'The same. The richest young man in Ba-ath at this moment. Young  
Lord Mutanhed.'  
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You don't say so?' said Mr Pickwick.  
Yes. You'll hear his voice in a moment, Mr Pickwick. He'll speak to  
me. The other gentleman with him, in the red under- waistcoat and  
dark moustache, is the Honourable Mr Crushton, his bosom friend.  
How do you do, my Lord?'  
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Veway hot, Bantam,' said his Lordship.  
It IS very warm, my Lord,' replied the M.C.  
Confounded,' assented the Honourable Mr Crushton.  
Have you seen his Lordship's mail-cart, Bantam?' inquired the  
Honourable Mr Crushton, after a short pause, during which young  
Lord Mutanhed had been endeavouring to stare Mr Pickwick out of  
countenance, and Mr Crushton had been reflecting what subject his  
Lordship could talk about best.  
'Dear me, no,' replied the M.C.'A mail-cart! What an excellent idea. Re-  
markable!'  
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Gwacious heavens!' said his Lordship, 'I thought evewebody had seen  
the new mail-cart; it's the neatest, pwettiest, gwacefullest thing that  
ever wan upon wheels. Painted wed, with a cweam piebald.'  
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With a real box for the letters, and all complete,' said the Honourable  
Mr Crushton.  
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And a little seat in fwont, with an iwon wail, for the dwiver,' added his  
Lordship. 'I dwove it over to Bwistol the other morning, in a cwimson  
coat, with two servants widing a quarter of a mile behind; and  
confound me if the people didn't wush out of their cottages, and awest  
my pwogwess, to know if I wasn't the post. Glorwious - glorwious!'  
At this anecdote his Lordship laughed very heartily, as did the  
listeners, of course. Then, drawing his arm through that of the  
obsequious Mr Crushton, Lord Mutanhed walked away.  


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