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You have got the address?'
Manor Farm, Dingley Dell,' said Mr Pickwick, consulting his pocket-
book. 'That's it,' said the old gentleman. 'I don't let you off, mind,
under a week; and undertake that you shall see everything worth
seeing. If you've come down for a country life, come to me, and I'll give
you plenty of it. Joe - damn that boy, he's gone to sleep again - Joe,
help Tom put in the horses.'
The horses were put in - the driver mounted - the fat boy clambered
up by his side - farewells were exchanged - and the carriage rattled
off. As the Pickwickians turned round to take a last glimpse of it, the
setting sun cast a rich glow on the faces of their entertainers, and fell
upon the form of the fat boy. His head was sunk upon his bosom; and
he slumbered again.
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