Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 30: what you’re looking at

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PICKWICK ABKHUADL. darmes and custom-house officers are always present at the landing of passengers, in order to conduct them to that little wooden house you see yonder, to be searched. Don’t be afraid, Sir—there is no danger ;”’ and with this consolatory injunction, which took a consider- able weight off the mind of Mr. Winkle, who, as he immediately in- formed Mr. Pickwick, had only felt anxious on that gentleman’s account, the captain hurried to another part of the vessel to issu? some necessary orders. ‘“‘ Dear me,” said Mr. Pickwick, after a pause, ‘‘ this is very flatter- ing—but very disagreeable—” ‘* As the sugger said, ven he vent out to be shot, accompanied by the whole rigment and muffled drums,” observed Mr. Weller. bs Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, “‘ you perceive those carriages standing there ?”’ “ Wery perceptible they air, Sir,” returned Sam. ‘¢ Well, then, Sam,” continued his master, ‘ the moment the ladder is put down—and they are about it now, I see—hasten on shore, and procure us one of those vehicles to conduct us to the hotel. “ Certainly, Sir;”’ and Mr. Weller was about to execute the com- mission, when, suddenly recollecting jumeelt, he said, ‘‘ Beg pardon, Sir; but wouldn’t it be more adwisahle to state the name of the hot- tel in question ?’ ‘“* Meurice’s hotel,” suggested Mr. ‘Winkle. ‘“‘'Where there is a pretty chambermaid,” added Mr. Tupman—a piece of information he'had collected at Dover. * Am I to make that latter statement, Sir ?” said Mr. Weller, touch- ing his hat. * No—TI think not, Sam,” answered Mr. Pickwick, after a moment’s deliberation. ‘‘I don’t think it can be necessary, unless Tupman particularly wishes it.” ' Qh! no—not I!” said that gentleman, “ provided the information be correct.” a Wery good!” cried Mr. Weller; and in a moment he atoad upon e quay. ‘‘ | speaks English, young man,” said a shabby-genteel individual. in an oll-skin cap; ‘‘ what hotel do you want?” “We ‘SPPY to ’ear you speaks English,” observed Sam, eyeing his new friend from top to toe; “‘ and wery satisfact’ry it muat be to the English nobility as wisits these parts.’ ‘What hotel do you want ?” enquired the man, who was a com- missioner. ‘* Nessin’s, to be sure!” roared another commissioner, or touter. * Quillacq’s !” exclaimed a third. “ Bourbon Condé!” cried a fourth. ‘¢ Many inwitations exhibits velcome,” said Sam, ‘“* But it’s neither Dessing's, nor Killack’s, nor Bare-bone country, that ull swit us, ‘cos ve air partickler. Howsomever, if any 0’ you wery obliging gen’le- men ‘ull jist inform me vich o’ them there helegant painted consarns vill take us to Murrisses hot-tel, the adwise vill be wery thankfully re- ceived, as the patient said to the quack doctor.” “TY say, Jem, here's a start!” exclaimed a short gentleman in a long CORNICLOG ©) <S eon