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at 182 a “What 1s the matter with you, my dear. 'ick- A es ay a friend ?” inquired the philanthr opic Mr. . wick, seating himself up in his bed. _ © Anastasie—poor Anastasie,” began Mr. Tupman, heaving a desperate sigh, the din of which could not even be hushed by the towel. “ What of her?” demanded My. Pickwick, hastily. “ Condemned !” answered Mr. Tupmab, mournfully. | “ Condemned !” shouted the great man, “and to what? ‘To universal scorn ?” “ No—to six months’ imprisonment,” was the reply. “ Pickwick, my. dear. friend,” added Mr. Tupman, after a moment's pause, “ Pickwick—I can stay here no longer.” « Where ?” asked that gentleman, glancing around his room uneasily, as if he were afraid: of encountering something horrible, “Here—in Paris,” rejoined Mr. Tupman, “With all her faults—I—I loved her, Pick- wick!” “ Poor girl!” murmured the hero of these Memoirs, taking his white cotton night-cap gracefully but unaffectedly from his head, and conveying it to his eyes, “ Retribution has overtaken her at last !” | “T must leave Paris,” said Mr. Tupman: “ T cannot breathe the same air as one whom I respect, and who is in a prison.” “If every one left for the same reason, | suggested the truly | my dear Tupman,” learned Mr. Pickwick, ‘ ‘1 think Paris would very soon be empty.” “Do not trifle with my feelings, Pick- evick, ” said Mr. Tupman, “I shall return ‘to England forthwith !” « And T will accompany you, ’ cried Mr. Pickwick, after a moment's pause. “ Tup- man, ring the bell” Mr. Pickwick’s wishes were obeyed, and “Mr. Samuel Weller introduced himself, and a jug of hot water into the room. “Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick. Sir,” cried that functionarv. « We leave Pari is to morrow, Sam.” « To-mor row, Sir!” exclaimed Mr. Wel- ler: “that’s rayther short notice, as the traveller said to the thief, ven he criedsout, ‘Yer money,or yer life!” . “My wishes are such,” said Mr. Pickwick, in a serious tone of voice. “To-day we will give our last party. See that there is a » good dinner for ten.or a dozeu people on | table at six precisely ; and, Sam— CDI 1 La bad ig Wy %, “ You may, ask any one you choose to ub ». dine with you at one,” added Mr. Pickwick. ae PICKWICK ABROAD. , | afore. > i “Wery per 4 Sir,” cried, Mr. Weller “The more the merrier, as ‘the conwicts said ven they marched to the hull While Mr. Pickwick was dressing him- self, and while Mr. Tupman was conimuni- cating these arrangements to Mr. Snod rass and Mr. Winkle, Mr, Samuel’ Weller wrote two notes from a copy which he had previ- ously made, and directed one to Mr. Kna ers and the other to Mr. Porrett. following is a sworn counterpart, ‘witnessed and attested as such before the British Con- sul in Paris, of these documents, which de- serve to be kept amongst the archives of great men with the same care that the House of Commons bestows upon its own Reports :— : “foo royale, 18. “Mr. Veller, junior, presents his wery re- | spectful compliments to Mr. Knackers, an’ begs to inform him that there vill bea blow out at von precisely this day, Samivel his- self in the cheer, vith other indoocements 2 conwiviality in the shapeo’ lickers. The cum-penny o’ Mr. Knackers is_so-lis- ited. ‘iN. B.—Heckney- -coaches draws up out- side the great oa F pete tops an’ cor ds, ’ Pig: “As vitness my signature, an’ “all others is counterfit, “SAMIVEL V ae i ‘Supplying the name of Mr. Porrett for that of Mr. Knackers, the documents were alike: and Mr. Weller, much delighted with his composition, ‘and in. ‘imitation of that denizen of the Emerald island who is so often quoted, carried the missives himself to their common destination. He fortu- nately found his two friends and his father at horme—that is,, cat Wood’s chop-house, and, therefore, was enabled to receive ver- bal replies to his polite invitations. ‘ “Vere off tosxmorrow, old un,” said Sam to his father; “ every man J ack of. Mi jist like a flight 0 young whales, ora s oal o’ vild-fowl.” “ Wot’s the use 0’ puttin’ e leader 2” cried Mr. Weller, senior. ue But ain’ I included in that there inwita- _tion o’ your’n, Sammy rite Myf “In course, you air si replied Sam; “I | thought you stocd as li on ceremony, ag thewchap about to be hanged did ven he valbud on to the drop afore the ee ne That was wery, impolite, Samivel,” said s v : yeel- -hoss EO) 10)\(OO) Ha(CO