The Pickwick Papers


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Oh, you use the word in that sense. I see,' said Mr Pickwick. 'Damme!  
A gentleman must expect reverses,' said Smangle. 'What of that? Here  
am I in the Fleet Prison. Well; good. What then? I'm none the worse for  
that, am I?'  
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Not a bit,' replied Mr Mivins. And he was quite right; for, so far from  
Mr Smangle being any the worse for it, he was something the better,  
inasmuch as to qualify himself for the place, he had attained  
gratuitous possession of certain articles of jewellery, which, long  
before that, had found their way to the pawnbroker's.  
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Well; but come,' said Mr Smangle; 'this is dry work. Let's rinse our  
mouths with a drop of burnt sherry; the last-comer shall stand it,  
Mivins shall fetch it, and I'll help to drink it. That's a fair and  
gentlemanlike division of labour, anyhow. Curse me!'  
Unwilling to hazard another quarrel, Mr Pickwick gladly assented to  
the proposition, and consigned the money to Mr Mivins, who, as it was  
nearly eleven o'clock, lost no time in repairing to the coffee-room on  
his errand.  
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I say,' whispered Smangle, the moment his friend had left the room;  
what did you give him?'  
'Half a sovereign,' said Mr Pickwick.  
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He's a devilish pleasant gentlemanly dog,' said Mr Smangle; -  
infernal pleasant. I don't know anybody more so; but - ' Here Mr  
Smangle stopped short, and shook his head dubiously.  
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You don't think there is any probability of his appropriating the  
money to his own use?' said Mr Pickwick.  
'Oh, no! Mind, I don't say that; I expressly say that he's a devilish  
gentlemanly fellow,' said Mr Smangle. 'But I think, perhaps, if  
somebody went down, just to see that he didn't dip his beak into the  
jug by accident, or make some confounded mistake in losing the  
money as he came upstairs, it would be as well. Here, you sir, just run  
downstairs, and look after that gentleman, will you?'  
This request was addressed to a little timid-looking, nervous man,  
whose appearance bespoke great poverty, and who had been  
crouching on his bedstead all this while, apparently stupefied by the  
novelty of his situation.  
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You know where the coffee-room is,' said Smangle; 'just run down,  
and tell that gentleman you've come to help him up with the jug. Or -  


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