The Pickwick Papers Page #11

Oh, no, no, no, I won't return it.

You need not disturb yourselves, gentlemen. I only

came here to tell you that you are a Well matched

pair

of mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers. Yes,

sir. A pair of mean, rascally, pettifogging

robbers. Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

And a happy new year.

Now I feel my old self again. And now to work.

Sam, is Mr. Jingle here yet?

Mr. Jingle is outside, sir.

Good, good. Ask him in.

Mr. Jingle, this way, sir, if you please.

Ah, Mr. Jingle. Come in. You know my Lawyer, Mr.

Perker, I think.

Lawyers. Too late. Remorseful, very, but no

means of reparation.

There is no question of reparation, sir. At Mr.

Pickwick's instigation, I have obtained for you a

passage from Liverpool to Demerara in the West

Indies.

West Indies?

Yes, sir. You have often spoken nostalgically of

wishing to retire there, and I feel it would constitute a

new lease of Life, as it were.

At a Loss, sir. Don't understand.

Mr. Pickwick feels that you have been punished

sufficiently, Mr. Jingle.

We wish you to know that we bear you no grudge,

Mr.

Jingle, and we should Like you to accept this as a

memento of the Pickwick club.

What is it?

My blue coat. The blue coat.

Would Like to express sentiment suitable to

occasion. First time in my Life no words. No words,

sir.

No words.

Tut tut, sir. None needed.

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And now Mr. Pickwick, we have a problem that we

have

only withheld from you until this moment by dent of

extreme restraint, ay, Snodgrass?

Oh, extreme restraint.

Dear me, not a very serious problem, I hope?

Explain the circumstances, Winkle.

Well, I - Mr. Pickwick, sir.

Yes? Yes?

I've had the fortune to Lose my heart to a certain

young Lady, sir.

Why congratulations.

Alas, sir, they're premature.

Why?

She is the ward of Mr. Nupkins.

Mr. Nupkins? Mr. Nupkins. Does the young Lady

return

your regard?

Oh, yes, sir, she does.

But Mr. Nupkins doesn't.

He tried to shoot him.

Shoot him? This must be put to rights.

Take a Leaf out of Mr. Jingles book, sir. Do what

he did with Miss Rachael. Elope.

Arabella, Arabella, Arabella.

Ah! I knew it. Blackguard! Bring her back,

or I'LL shoot you Like a dog.

Don't shoot!

Speech! Speech! Speech, Mr. Pickwick.

My very, very dear friends, I confess I have

tried, I have wracked my brains, but I cannot

conceive

of a happier occasion than that which now delights

my

eyes?

My three fellow members of the Pickwick club, after

many adventures in the cause of enlightenment,

adventures

which I think I may say were victorious, are now

embarked

upon an adventure which I am sure will prove to be

even

more felicitous and rewarding than any that they

have

embarked on here before.

Thank you, sir.

We've already drunk to the heath of the brides

and bridegrooms, so I will give you this Little toast

instead. To those feelings that repose however

remotely

n the human breast, awaiting only encouragement to

awaken,

good will, good hope, good nature.

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