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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human mind canimagine, portrayed in every lineament of his expressive face. Is anything the matter ? inquired the three ladies. Nothing the matter, replied Mr. Pickwick. We—we re—all right.—I say, Wardle, we re aU right, ant we ? I should think so, replied the jolly host.-—My dears,here s my friend, Mr. Jingle—Mr. Pickwicks friend, Mr. Jingle,come pon—little visit. Is anything the matter with Mr. Snodgrass, sir ? inquiredEmdy, with great anxiety. Nothing the matter, maam, replied the stranger. Cricketdinner—glorious party—capital songs—old port—claret—good—very good—wine, maam—wine. It wasnt the wine, murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a brokenvoice. It was the salmon. (Somehow or other, it never isthe wine, in these cases.) Hadnt they better go to bed, maam 1 inquired Emma. Two of the boys will carry the gentlemen up stairs. I wont go to bed, said Mr. Winkle, firmly. No living boy shall carry me, said Mr. Pickwick, stoutly;—and he went on smiling as before. 112
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^y/^y/^■^W^ /^^-^ 7^cM//y u/u/fi ///^- YfYMry»y:fi/ tAe ^-at 77/-(^^^ WHAT A SHOCKING SCENE Hurrah! gasped Mr. Winkle, faintly. Hurrah! echoed Mr. Pickwick, taking off his hat anddashing it on the floor, and insanely casting his spectacles intothe middle of the kitchen.—At this humorous feat he laughedoutright. Lets—have—nother—bottle, cried Mr. Winkle, com-mencing in a very loud key, and ending in a very faint one.His head dropped upon his breast; and, muttering his invincibledetermination not to go to his bed, and a sanguinary regretthat he had not done for old Tupman in the morning, hefell fast asleep; in which condition he was borne to his apart-ment by two young giants under the personal superintendenceof the fat boy, to whose protecting care Mr. Snodgrass shortlyafterwards confided his own person. Mr. Pickwick accepted theprofiered arm of Mr. Tupman and quietly disappeared, smilingmore than ever; and Mr. Wardle, after taking as affectionatea leave of the whole family,

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