The Pickwick Papers


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Row!' replied the cabman, 'what did he want my number for?' 'I didn't  
want your number,' said the astonished Mr Pickwick.  
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What did you take it for, then?' inquired the cabman.  
I didn't take it,' said Mr Pickwick indignantly.  
Would anybody believe,' continued the cab-driver, appealing to the  
crowd, 'would anybody believe as an informer'ud go about in a man's  
cab, not only takin' down his number, but ev'ry word he says into the  
bargain' (a light flashed upon Mr Pickwick - it was the note-book).  
'Did he though?' inquired another cabman.  
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Yes, did he,' replied the first; 'and then arter aggerawatin' me to  
assault him, gets three witnesses here to prove it. But I'll give it him, if  
I've six months for it. Come on!' and the cabman dashed his hat upon  
the ground, with a reckless disregard of his own private property, and  
knocked Mr Pickwick's spectacles off, and followed up the attack with  
a blow on Mr Pickwick's nose, and another on Mr Pickwick's chest,  
and a third in Mr Snodgrass's eye, and a fourth, by way of variety, in  
Mr Tupman's waistcoat, and then danced into the road, and then  
back again to the pavement, and finally dashed the whole temporary  
supply of breath out of Mr Winkle's body; and all in half a dozen  
seconds.  
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Where's an officer?' said Mr Snodgrass.  
Put 'em under the pump,' suggested a hot-pieman.  
You shall smart for this,' gasped Mr Pickwick.  
Informers!' shouted the crowd.  
Come on,' cried the cabman, who had been sparring without  
cessation the whole time.  
The mob hitherto had been passive spectators of the scene, but as the  
intelligence of the Pickwickians being informers was spread among  
them, they began to canvass with considerable vivacity the propriety  
of enforcing the heated pastry-vendor's proposition: and there is no  
saying what acts of personal aggression they might have committed,  
had not the affray been unexpectedly terminated by the interposition  
of a new-comer.  
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What's the fun?' said a rather tall, thin, young man, in a green coat,  
emerging suddenly from the coach-yard.  


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