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x a i he ») Nithout my hearing of ’ ‘ : ; 4 Ry ; it : %, , . reat fh r “ ARS. ae ~ Ae ) - | ‘. 4 ICK ABROAD. _ 201 Rome What fr cried the aoa with a very long face, is this the case, sir?” “It is,” retur ned Mr. Pickwick, “ that man fr test 5 swindler pie the canopy i ict Chamber Anes, whom the See ¥ say ough he ‘did ta eman tho e ore rs,” added the “ boots.” raiter !” cried at landlord. “Waiter | LS Saat I say—don’t stand there like a fool, looking at your d——d white cotton stockings, but go and ae constable.” “Mind what you are about,” exclaimed Mr. Sugden, folding Nis arm: s very coolly and yeas against one of the door-posts with iderable inc a differ ence’ oh anner; “Tam ing but a common debtor, and no felon. ‘A man may take any name he chooses—and as for my being a great traveller, why— Pickwick is nothing to me. He has never gone farther than Paris, and I have been not | only as far as Tartary, but also rpund the world fourteen times.” ull a | | Mr. glogdon turned rather sharply round, he very prudently held his peace and — Mr. Pickwick’s coat-tails simultaneously. “'Wouldn’t you like to take a share in my j Ear uitable British and Foreign Elastic ooden-Leg Company ?” cried Mr. Sugden, _| pulling a pocket-book from the breast of his coat and preparing to write down the names of Mr. Pickwick and his companions, with all imaginable gravity. “Or, stay— suppose we get up a Society for Protecting Hotel Keepers and Soft Gentlemen from the Wiles of the Artful ?” “Wretch !” cried the indignant Mr. Pick- wick, fire flashing from his expressive eyes; “your presence is hateful to me.” “WVich coach does he drive ?” exclaimed old Mr, Weller, who now appeared upon the scene, followed by his dutiful son; “cos he’d better drive his-self off in a tvinklin’ or so, or blowed if I don’t show him the an out o’ this here coach-yard.” “This is a friend of your’s, Pickwick ?” said Mr. Sugden, casting a patronizing glance upon old Weller, and then 2 fami- liar one upon Mr. Pickwick. . “That’s for you, my fine feller, vith your ovis if this person,” cried Mr. Pickwick, imperent dewices and your knock-me- ‘down g¢ to the landlord, “cannot, give you in charge to a police-constable, Tcan and will | for the several frauds you have practised | upon me and my companions.” “Out again, old fellow,” returned Mr. Sug- den, as coolly asever. “ e little mad-- vild Indian selvidge manners about you,” cried Sam, at the same time bestowing such a kick upon the hinder parts of Mr. William Sugden, that that gentleman made but one leap from the door-way down the steps into the street. But nothing abashed, the young a vertencies of which you apie, happened in| gentleman rose with considerable alacrity , : ry “A O. H ance—and this is England!” [he rogue!” exclaimed the- landlord, | ‘adidiaaes ¢ his fists, “But I have got his three _ trunks—they are pretty heavy, and their | eontents will help to. pay my “Dill. stitch of anything shall, he have! That’s one consolati nm |” “ Yon ave va very find in them, my oa Bs fellow,” said Mr. Sug- den. ‘from the gutter, m the crowd assembled at the door of the inn, nd lounged leisurely away from the place With his hands in his pockets, a song in his Not a throat, and a light heart in his left breast. . Vell, if this ain’t the rummeyest go 1 ever see in allmy life, call me a Norvegian, Pio a to all you can /| that’s all!” eried Mr. Weller, senior. It is not quite clear that the old gentle. “J make it a rule never to travel with | man fully understood the meaning of the ~ : , much luggage on account of thieves; but as term which he desired might be applied to ‘for the stones, cabbages, hay, and empty himself upon a certain condition: but one bottles, which you will find in my portman: thing is very sure, that he attached an idea teaus, as I before said, you are quite welcome | of the most unmiti gated contempt to the to them. Have you any thing else to say to epithet, and in his mouth it was therefore as me, gentlemen?” expressive as if it had been a word of more «Yes—you area scoundrel, ”. answered | general usage in the same sense. Mr. Pickwick. - “Then you are the Mr. Pickwick after all, « Anything else ?” deman ed Mr. Sugden, | sir—beg pardon,” said the landlord, with a » “A yooue—a villain,” shouted) Mr. Tupman. low bow, to the gentleman whose claims to “ How's Anastasie ” asked: ~My _ Sugden. that honorable title he had but a short time “Go on” by! a previously even more than doubted. a ”began Mr. Winl: “fam,” answered Mr. Pickwick ; 5 le: but as “ and dN : made,a gracious bow to — va % LOGO) veo nn @ CO “ as