[Opere libreria illustrata edition] . ference,tranne che più fanno guadagnare il più theyll cercano e sothe prima di essere portato in qualche pezzo di knavery che deve finire ina crash ? Ho messo queste considerazioni a voi miei cari sir,molto debolmente e imperfettamente, ma vi chiedo di pensare a loro-girarle nella tua mente come lungo come lei si prega di : Ho heremost attendere pazientemente per la tua risposta. Prima che il sig. Pickwick potrebbe rispondere ; prima che il sig. Perker aveva takenone ventesimo parte del tabacco da fiuto con il quale così insolitamente lunga anaddress imperativamente necessarie per essere seguiti; vi è stato consentirà il mormorio di voci al di fuori,

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[Works Illustrated library edition] . ference, except that the more they gain, the more theyll seek, and sothe sooner be led into some piece of knavery that must end ina crash ? I have put these considerations to you, my dear sir, very feebly and imperfectly, but I ask you to think of them—turn them over in your mind as long as you please : I wait heremost patiently for your answer. Before Mr. Pickwick could reply ; before Mr. Perker had takenone twentieth part of the snuff with which so unusually long anaddress imperatively required to be followed up; there was alow murmuring of voices outside, and then a hesitating knockat the door. Dear, dear, exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had been evidentlyroused by his friends appeal; what an annoyance that dooris ! Who is that ? Me, sir ! replied Sam Weller, putting in his head. I cant speak to you just now, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick. I am engaged at this moment, Sam. Beg your pardon, sir, rejoined Mr. Weller. But heres alady here, sir, as says shes somethin wery partickler to dis-close.. THE PICKWICK CLUB. 323 I cant see any lady, replied Mr. Pickwick, whose mind wasfilled with visions of Mrs. Bardell. I vouldnt make too sure 0 that, sir, urged Mr. Weller, shaking his head. If you knowd who was near, sir, I raytherthink youd change your note ; as the hawk remarked to him-self, with a cheerful laugh, ven he heerd the robin redbreast asingin round the corner. Who is it ? inquired Mr. Pickwick. Will you see her, sir ? asked Mr. Weller, holding the doorin his hand, as if he had some curious live animal on the otherside. I suppose I must, said Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker. Well then, all in to begin ! cried Sam. Sound the gong, draw up the curtain, and enter the two con-spirators. As Sam Weller spoke, he threw the door open, and thererushed tumultuously into the room, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle : lead-ing after him, by the hand, the identical young lady who, atDingley Dell, had worn the boots with the fur round the tops ;and who, now a very

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