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Certainly not,' said Mr Pickwick, with great alacrity; for, now that the
excitement was over, he began to feel rather cool about the legs.
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Allow me the H-onour,' said the gentleman with the whiskers,
presenting his dexter hand, and aspirating the h.
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With much pleasure, sir,' said Mr Pickwick; and having executed a
very long and solemn shake, he got into bed again.
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My name is Smangle, sir,' said the man with the whiskers.
Oh,' said Mr Pickwick.
Mine is Mivins,' said the man in the stockings.
I am delighted to hear it, sir,' said Mr Pickwick.
Hem,' coughed Mr Smangle.
Did you speak, sir?' said Mr Pickwick.
No, I did not, sir,' said Mr Smangle.
All this was very genteel and pleasant; and, to make matters still more
comfortable, Mr Smangle assured Mr Pickwick a great many more
times that he entertained a very high respect for the feelings of a
gentleman; which sentiment, indeed, did him infinite credit, as he
could be in no wise supposed to understand them.
'Are you going through the court, sir?' inquired Mr Smangle. 'Through
the what?' said Mr Pickwick.
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Through the court - Portugal Street - the Court for Relief of - You
know.'
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Oh, no,' replied Mr Pickwick. 'No, I am not.'
Going out, perhaps?' suggested Mr Mivins.
I fear not,' replied Mr Pickwick. 'I refuse to pay some damages, and
am here in consequence.'
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Ah,' said Mr Smangle, 'paper has been my ruin.'
A stationer, I presume, Sir?' said Mr Pickwick innocently.
Stationer! No, no; confound and curse me! Not so low as that. No
trade. When I say paper, I mean bills.'
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