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Chapter XLII  
Illustrative, Like The Preceding One, Of The Old Proverb, That  
Adversity Brings A Man Acquainted With Strange Bedfellows -  
Likewise Containing Mr Pickwick's Extraordinary And Startling  
Announcement To Mr Samuel Weller  
When Mr Pickwick opened his eyes next morning, the first object upon  
which they rested was Samuel Weller, seated upon a small black  
portmanteau, intently regarding, apparently in a condition of profound  
abstraction, the stately figure of the dashing Mr Smangle; while Mr  
Smangle himself, who was already partially dressed, was seated on his  
bedstead, occupied in the desperately hopeless attempt of staring Mr  
Weller out of countenance. We say desperately hopeless, because  
Sam, with a comprehensive gaze which took in Mr Smangle's cap, feet,  
head, face, legs, and whiskers, all at the same time, continued to look  
steadily on, with every demonstration of lively satisfaction, but with no  
more regard to Mr Smangle's personal sentiments on the subject than  
he would have displayed had he been inspecting a wooden statue, or a  
straw-embowelled Guy Fawkes.  
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Well; will you know me again?' said Mr Smangle, with a frown.  
I'd svear to you anyveres, Sir,' replied Sam cheerfully.  
Don't be impertinent to a gentleman, Sir,' said Mr Smangle.  
Not on no account,' replied Sam. 'if you'll tell me wen he wakes, I'll be  
upon the wery best extra-super behaviour!' This observation, having a  
remote tendency to imply that Mr Smangle was no gentleman, kindled  
his ire.  
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Mivins!' said Mr Smangle, with a passionate air.  
What's the office?' replied that gentleman from his couch.  
Who the devil is this fellow?'  
'Gad,' said Mr Mivins, looking lazily out from under the bed-clothes, 'I  
ought to ask YOU that. Hasn't he any business here?'  
'No,' replied Mr Smangle. 'Then knock him downstairs, and tell him  
not to presume to get up till I come and kick him,' rejoined Mr Mivins;  
with this prompt advice that excellent gentleman again betook himself  
to slumber.  
The conversation exhibiting these unequivocal symptoms of verging on  
the personal, Mr Pickwick deemed it a fit point at which to interpose.  


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