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exhausted - Quanko mustered up last remaining strength - bowled  
me out - had a bath, and went out to dinner.'  
'And what became of what's-his-name, Sir?' inquired an old  
gentleman.  
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Blazo?'  
No - the other gentleman.' 'Quanko Samba?'  
Yes, sir.'  
Poor Quanko - never recovered it - bowled on, on my account -  
bowled off, on his own - died, sir.' Here the stranger buried his  
countenance in a brown jug, but whether to hide his emotion or  
imbibe its contents, we cannot distinctly affirm. We only know that he  
paused suddenly, drew a long and deep breath, and looked anxiously  
on, as two of the principal members of the Dingley Dell club  
approached Mr Pickwick, and said -  
'
We are about to partake of a plain dinner at the Blue Lion, Sir; we  
hope you and your friends will join us.' 'Of course,' said Mr Wardle,  
among our friends we include Mr - ;' and he looked towards the  
stranger.  
'
'
Jingle,' said that versatile gentleman, taking the hint at once. 'Jingle -  
Alfred Jingle, Esq., of No Hall, Nowhere.'  
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I shall be very happy, I am sure,' said Mr Pickwick. 'So shall I,' said  
Mr Alfred Jingle, drawing one arm through Mr Pickwick's, and another  
through Mr Wardle's, as he whispered confidentially in the ear of the  
former gentleman: -  
'
Devilish good dinner - cold, but capital - peeped into the room this  
morning - fowls and pies, and all that sort of thing - pleasant fellows  
these - well behaved, too - very.'  
There being no further preliminaries to arrange, the company  
straggled into the town in little knots of twos and threes; and within a  
quarter of an hour were all seated in the great room of the Blue Lion  
Inn, Muggleton - Mr Dumkins acting as chairman, and Mr Luffey  
officiating as vice.  
There was a vast deal of talking and rattling of knives and forks, and  
plates; a great running about of three ponderous- headed waiters, and  
a rapid disappearance of the substantial viands on the table; to each  
and every of which item of confusion, the facetious Mr Jingle lent the  
aid of half-a-dozen ordinary men at least. When everybody had eaten  


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