Pickwick Abroad: A Companion to the Pickwick Papers — page 28: what you’re looking at

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~ gions = Wippemiwell. “sees its equals nowhere, and often e the individual who, bears j i to be th panion of the well-bo x ‘hy t ionally compelling ‘him lower classes. — Mr. Boozie was a short) fat a with a very apoplectic neck, a red face, and a laughing eye. green coat with brass buttons, drab trow- sers, and top-boots. A white great-coat had also accompanied him into the diligence, but: tof this he preferred making a seat rather than a covering. ‘ “No fear of being overturned at this pace, J think,” said Mr. Adolphus Crashem, ap- pealing to Mr. Winkle, whose countenance iad managed to divest itself of the look of extreme misery it had lately worn, “No, indeed,” returned: that gentleman, with a smilesof assent to, the tr uth of his new friend’s remark, * “ And yet I was once upset on this road,” observed Mr. Boozie, in a gruff tone of voice quite unassumed ; the melodious sounds of his articulation being ¢ as natural as the nose at which his two eyes occasionally glanced, their visual rays forming with mathemati- cal precision a neat acute angle at about one inch from the tip of the said proboscis, “Tt was coming from Boulogne, I think—-no it wasn’t, either—I tell a fib when I : say that—'twas going to Boulogne—in the win- ter time, too—I mean the summer—yes, was the summer, when I think of it—-what a fib I was telling, to be sure !” “Indeed!” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick: “and, pray, were you much hurt ?” “ Merely broke my collar- bone, sir,” re- turned Mr. Boozie; then in a moment he. added—“ No, it wasn’t my collar: Fao either—I'm again in error—twas one my right ribs.” “ Oh | that’s nothing,” cried Mr corti Crashem, fortified with the laudable resolu- tion of yielding to no man in the art and beauty of composition, and the extent of an inventive genius, “It was only a few weeks ago, that I and young Lord Wip- pemwell were overturned in his stanhope— close by Hyde Park Corner. A nurse and two. children were passing at the time—the ‘nurse received me in her arms safe and, sound—plump wench she was, too; but the little girl, who was only seven. years old, poor thing, was smothered by Lord You might have read of it in the Morning Herald, prcen the head of is - se! ¢ that dubious rank, in stn Baan | 3 Rott | well as’ occa- | to mix ‘with the |} M | and longed to ask if sh He was cladina cut-away fe that was anything but delightful. ried Mr. Crashem ; “ ! f | goes—anything to accommodate a friend, + : y iv , * * w enice—one life Inst,” and Ry stocr ratic Overthrow. ‘oi hock Bie, exclaimed Mr. 7 5 to tears, while © | r. Tupman t ms of ‘the nursery-maid, | oy” % ere pretty. “ n the rege you. , o 4 short paiuse ens | A Rei wick closed ise e Shae ueght—Mr. Tupman si kghodl i,’ enance of the » “pretty phen ca was recalled to his memory by a volun effort—and. Mr. Boozie a pe , ‘ to re whether he had not contradicted himself, @ uttered some untruth that aa he ‘to b explained. ~ " “Devilish slow SS. this is,” st A Mr. Crashem, by way of breaking a silence — *” ‘it I do not think : notices ed te a “Very tedious,” responded Mr. what ; who was seated opposite to Mr. Cradfiem. | “What can we do to amuse o1 ae : ’ “Two good hours more | Boulogne,” © and the most amusing ; fellow of the whole kitas asleapale added, after a moment, pointing towards Mr. Pick- © wick, whose expressive countenance was wreathed in smiles, and whose nose. sent forth the harmonious sounds that text iably accompanied the s pers of Phat raor- dinary many “So he is, I décllire P e: claimed Mr. Winkle; and he looked at Mr. Crashem, who fancied he saw s0 nething peculiar im Mr. Winkle’s glance, and smiled significant “Should you dike to have your revenge, Winkle? inquired: Mr) Crashem, after a moment’s delay. “Oriprhaps you ‘wouldn't like to play so high—eh? ‘Well, well,here ao . as Sir Patrick Pocock used to Bey to pe father, the Gene | “J knew Sir Patrick Pocock” exclaimed " Mr. Boozie ; “ was he a friend of you 5?” » Nothing more than god- -father, that’s all,” returned Mr. Adolphus BiBcbem, with . e a look of ity which he bestowed u " Boozie. Jomwasithrouch i it vondh hee I got into paola he yea afte last,” he added, after a moment, with th ‘daveiess: ness of a great man pegging to Speme ‘ of himself. 4» ~ Ae “Ah! what—are yon deipint inches er 4 a" inquired Mr. Winkle, his respect for ,Mir. e Adolphus Crashem considerably aa © “Am Lnot?” said Mr. Crashem ; “ inai’s + % e cf , Go LACK KS Eom)