Identifier: cu31924016654166 (find matches)
Title: (Works. Illustrated library edition)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
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Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall, Ld
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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e, sir, said Pott, retreating from the stove, andthats the way I would serve the viper who produces it, if Iwere not, fortunately for him, restrained by the laws of mycountry. Serve him so, sir ! cried Slurk, starting up : those lawsshall never be appealed to by him, sir, in such a case. Servehim so, sir! Hear ! hear ! said Bob Sawyer. Nothing can be fairer, observed Mr. Ben Allen. Serve him so, sir! reiterated Slurk, in a loud voice. Mr. Pott darted a look of contempt, which might havewithered an anchor. Serve him so, sir! reiterated Slurk, in a louder voice thanbefore. I will not, sir, rejoined Pott. Oh, you wont, wont you, sir? said Mr. Slurk, in a taunt-ing manner ; you hear this, gentlemen ! He wont; not thathes afraid ; oh, no ! he wont. Ha! ha ! I consider you, sir, said Mr. Pott, moved by this sarcasm, I consider you a viper. I look upon you, sir, as a man whohas placed himself beyond the pale of society, by his mostaudacious, disgraceful, and abominable public conduct, I view
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°Vs- THE PICKWICK CLUB. 401 you, sir, personally or politically, in no other light than as amost unparalleled and unmitigated viper. The indignant Independent did not wait to hear the end ofthis personal denunciation ; for, catching up his carpet-bagwhich was well stuffed with movables, he swung it in the airas Pott turned away, and, letting it fall with a circular sweepon his head, just at that particular angle of the bag where agood thick hair-brush happened to be packed, caused a sharpcrash to be heard throughout the kitchen, and brought him atonce to the ground. Gentlemen, cried Mr. Pickwick, as Pott started up andseized the fire-shovel, gentlemen! Consider for Heavens sake—help—Sam—here—pray, gentlemen—interfere, somebody. Uttering these incoherent exclamations, Mr. Pickwick rushedbetween the infuriated combatants just in time to receive thecarpet-bag on one side of his body, and the fire-shovel on theother. Whether the representatives of the public feeling ofEatanswil

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