The Pickwick Papers


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as brief as possible, and be content that, for their own sakes, they will  
not expose themselves.'  
As he comforted himself with these reflections, the chaise stopped at  
the door of the Old Royal. Ben Allen having been partially awakened  
from a stupendous sleep, and dragged out by the collar by Mr Samuel  
Weller, Mr Pickwick was enabled to alight. They were shown to a  
comfortable apartment, and Mr Pickwick at once propounded a  
question to the waiter concerning the whereabout of Mr Winkle's  
residence.  
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Close by, Sir,' said the waiter, 'not above five hundred yards, Sir. Mr  
Winkle is a wharfinger, Sir, at the canal, sir. Private residence is not -  
oh dear, no, sir, not five hundred yards, sir.' Here the waiter blew a  
candle out, and made a feint of lighting it again, in order to afford Mr  
Pickwick an opportunity of asking any further questions, if he felt so  
disposed. 'Take anything now, Sir?' said the waiter, lighting the candle  
in desperation at Mr Pickwick's silence. 'Tea or coffee, Sir? Dinner,  
sir?'  
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Nothing now.'  
Very good, sir. Like to order supper, Sir?'  
Not just now.'  
Very good, Sir.' Here, he walked slowly to the door, and then stopping  
short, turned round and said, with great suavity -  
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Shall I send the chambermaid, gentlemen?'  
You may if you please,' replied Mr Pickwick.  
If YOU please, sir.'  
And bring some soda-water,' said Bob Sawyer.  
Soda-water, Sir! Yes, Sir.' With his mind apparently relieved from an  
overwhelming weight, by having at last got an order for something, the  
waiter imperceptibly melted away. Waiters never walk or run. They  
have a peculiar and mysterious power of skimming out of rooms,  
which other mortals possess not.  
Some slight symptoms of vitality having been awakened in Mr Ben  
Allen by the soda-water, he suffered himself to be prevailed upon to  
wash his face and hands, and to submit to be brushed by Sam. Mr  
Pickwick and Bob Sawyer having also repaired the disorder which the  
journey had made in their apparel, the three started forth, arm in  


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