Identifier: cu31924013471481 (find matches)
Title: Works
Year: 1881 (1880s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
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Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall, limited
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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y increasedwhen, after a few indistinct cries of Sam I he sat up in thebarrow, and gazed with indescribable astonishment on the facesbefore him. A general shout was of course the signal of his havingwoke up ; and his involuntary inquiry of Whats the matter 1 occasioned another, louder than the first, if possible. Heres a game ! roared the populace. Where am I ? exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. In the pound, replied the mob. How came I here ? What was I doing ? Where was Ibrought from ? Boldwig! Captain Boldwig ! was the only reply. Let me out, cried Mr. Pickwick. Wheres my servant 1Where are my friends ? You ant got no friends. Hurrah! Then there camea turnip, then a potato, and then an egg: with a few otherlittle tokens of the playful disposition of the many-headed. How long this scene might have lasted, or how much Mr.Pickwick might have suffered, no one can teU, had not acarriage, which was driving swiftly by, suddenly pulled up,from whence there descended old Wardle and Sam Weller, the 290
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^y^U JQ^^/^^^Vr/y^^y/-^<^y^.Y^^z/f/. MR. PICKWICK EESOLVES TO ENTER AN ACTION former of whom, in far less time than it takes to write it, ifnot to read it, had made his way to Mr. Pickwicks side, andplaced him in the vehicle, just as the latter had concludedthe third and last round of a single combat with thetown-beadle. Eun to the Justices! cried a dozen voices. Ah, run avay, said Mr. WeUer, jumping up on the box. Give my compliments — Mr. VeUers compliments — to theJustice, and teU him I ve spUed his beadle, and that, if he 11svear in a new un, I U come back agin to-morrow, and spilehim. Drive on, old feller. I U give directions for the commencement of an actionfor false imprisonment against this Captain Boldwig, directly Iget to London, said Mr. Pickwick, as soon as the carriageturned out of the town. We were trespassing, it seems, said Wardle. I dont care, said Mr, Pickwick, I 11 bring the action. No, you wont, said Wardle, I will, by— but as there was a humorous expressi

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