Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 192: what you’re looking at

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132: ¥YICKWICK ABROAD. elbowing his way between the persons of Messieurs Tupman and Winkle, and confronting the three facetious friends of the guondam Adolphus Crashem, with a threatening attitude. ‘‘ Don't you see, Sir, that them chaps is humbugging you vith their wery polite offers to drink, and all other sorts o’ gammon? For tuppense Td pitch into em, as the little boy said ven he saw the mince-pies in his mother’s er.” : ‘*We had better retire, Sam,” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, casting a withering glance at the three gentlemen, who immediately burst out into a most irreverent laugh, instead of being scorched in their chairs. ‘* Ve had, Sir,” returned Mr. Weller emphatically, “‘ an’ for fear 0’ contamination too, as the street-sveeper said ven he made vay for the dustman.” Mr. Pickwick accordingly turned abruptly on his heel, and hastily left the apartment, followed by Messieurs Tupman, Winkle, and Wel- ler; while Mr. Sugden, senior, proceeded to take measures for the prompt emancipation of his son and heir from the walls of the New rison—the subsequent accomplishment of which feat in the course of the day awakened no small feeling of regret in the minds of Mr. a pea and Mr, Jopling, who probably foresaw a considerable chance of being frequently nondenined to have recourse to the baked-potatoes and butter as a cheap and wholesome substitute for those succulent repasts they had been accustomed to partake of at the table of Mr. illiam Sugden. CHAPTER XX. MR. SCUTTLE AND MR. WALKER ARE INTRODUCED AT ONE AND THE SAME TIME.—BERENGERS CELEBRATED NATIONAL AIR.—THE ROYAL ACA- DEMY OF MUSIC.—SOMETHING MARVELLOUSLY INTERESTING IS LEFT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. WueEwn Mr. Pickwick and his companions once more returned to the superb caravanseray at which they resided, Mr. Weller was dismissed to amuse himself to the best of his endeavours, and the three gentle- men proceeded to their common sitting-room, to write a variety of letters, in the despatch of which correspondence they were somewhat in arrear. Mr. Pickwick was desirous of communicating with his stock-broker—Mr. Winkle with his beloved spouse and revered father—and Mr. Tupman with a couple of young milliners, the one residing in Pimlico, and the other in Pentonville, who formed part and parcel of the circle of his acquaintance. Other epistles were also to be indited for the perusal of Mr. Augustus Snodgrass and a plurality of friends. It was therefore unanimously agreed to devote the morn- ing to the occupation of writing, and the evening to the less innocent but more diverting entertainment of visiting the Royal Academy of Music, and the Theatre of the Porte Saint Martin, Mr. Pickwick sa- gaciously observing that it was betterto kill two birds with one stone. But these plans were in some measure doomed to be disconcerted ; for when Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Tupman, and Mr. Winkle entered their a S = a OO cS (c@)