The Pickwick Papers


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ceremonies; which is to be attended by four ultra Buff members of  
Parliament, and the admission to which, is to be by Buff tickets! Does  
our fiendish contemporary wince? Let him writhe, in impotent malice,  
as we pen the words, WE WILL BE THERE.'  
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There, Sir,' said Pott, folding up the paper quite exhausted, 'that is  
the state of the case!'  
The landlord and waiter entering at the moment with dinner, caused  
Mr Pott to lay his finger on his lips, in token that he considered his life  
in Mr Pickwick's hands, and depended on his secrecy. Messrs. Bob  
Sawyer and Benjamin Allen, who had irreverently fallen asleep during  
the reading of the quotation from the Eatanswill GAZETTE, and the  
discussion which followed it, were roused by the mere whispering of  
the talismanic word 'Dinner' in their ears; and to dinner they went  
with good digestion waiting on appetite, and health on both, and a  
waiter on all three.  
In the course of the dinner and the sitting which succeeded it, Mr Pott  
descending, for a few moments, to domestic topics, informed Mr  
Pickwick that the air of Eatanswill not agreeing with his lady, she was  
then engaged in making a tour of different fashionable watering-places  
with a view to the recovery of her wonted health and spirits; this was a  
delicate veiling of the fact that Mrs. Pott, acting upon her often-  
repeated threat of separation, had, in virtue of an arrangement  
negotiated by her brother, the lieutenant, and concluded by Mr Pott,  
permanently retired with the faithful bodyguard upon one moiety or  
half part of the annual income and profits arising from the editorship  
and sale of the Eatanswill GAZETTE.  
While the great Mr Pott was dwelling upon this and other matters,  
enlivening the conversation from time to time with various extracts  
from his own lucubrations, a stern stranger, calling from the window  
of a stage-coach, outward bound, which halted at the inn to deliver  
packages, requested to know whether if he stopped short on his  
journey and remained there for the night, he could be furnished with  
the necessary accommodation of a bed and bedstead.  
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Certainly, sir,' replied the landlord.  
I can, can I?' inquired the stranger, who seemed habitually suspicious  
in look and manner.  
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No doubt of it, Sir,' replied the landlord.  
Good,' said the stranger. 'Coachman, I get down here. Guard, my  
carpet-bag!'  


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