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96 PICKWICK ABROAD. ’ «That von in partickler, Sur, answered Sam ares “wich talks about the for-giveness of von’s enemies, Sir, to be sure.’ “ Ahl? ‘said Mr. Pick wick, as if a new light had suddenly broken in upon him. “«'To be sure, Sir,’ continued Mr. Weller: * vot can be more beau- tifuller than that there passage in the Scripture—lf a chap give you a cuff on von side o’ your physiognomy, Sir, pre-sent him vith t’other ? I don’t mean another cuff, Sir—but t’other side o’ the cheeks.” « That, you know, is allegory, Sam,’ observed Mr. Pickwick, with a faint smile. ‘Hallesory or astronomy, Sir,” continued Mr. Weller, earnestly, ‘it’s all the same in the end, as the gen’leman—but no, Sir—ve musn’t joke in a serious matter ; ati this was the first time in his hie that Sam had stopped short in the midst of one of his favourite figures of speech ; and in order to relieve his feelings, he shook his head saga- ciously some half-a-dozen times, with peculiar elasticity and airiness. “Such is your opinion, isit, Sam?” said Mr. Pickwick, after a pause. “My o-pinion, Sir,” returned Mr. Weller, emphatically, “is that that maxim, vich preaches for-giveness, en-celeray, en-celeray, %s the best.” “So it is, Sam,’ assented Mr. Pickwick; and now that the ice was fairly broken, Mr. Weller adroitly turned the conversation to the penitence of the wretched Mr. Tracy Tupman. « Where is my dressing-gown, Sam?” enquired Mr. Pickwick, after a long pause, during which he appeared to have been wrapt up in deep contemplation. ‘‘©Qn that there cheer, Sir,’ responded Mr. W pr er, indicating the place with a dexterous movement of his right arm; ‘‘ an’ a wery nice robe-de-shamble it is, too, as the 'rench say.” ‘Tis decided!” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick; and having descended from his couch, that great man proceeded to envelope his illustrious person in the dressing-gown alluded to ere now. ite then hastened to Mr. Tupman’s Siawithert and a most affecting interview forthwith ensued. Stay,” said Mr. Pickwick, as his friend was abcut to narrate his adventures of the preceding evening. ‘*’The weather is rather cold— and—as I haven’t got on my breeches, you shall tell me all this pre- sently. We may ‘have time, when I think of it, to converse before breakfast. Meet me in the coffee-room in ten minutes, and you shall tell me all your wrongs.” « Acreed!” cried M r. Tupman; and Mr. Pickwick returned to his apartment to complete his toilet. Seven minutes and a half sufficed for Mr. Tupman to wash and dress himself on this occasion ; and the moment he had thus performed the first duties of the morning, he descended to the coffee-room, to await the arrival of his immortal leader. Three or four gentlemen were seated at as many different tables, engaged in the agreeable occupation of discussing their breakfasts and the 1 newspaper; but the countenance of one who was eating muffins with great precision, immediately at- tracted Mr. ‘Tupman’s attention ; sinithin on a nearer survey, he could not fail to distinguish the lines and lineaments peculiar to the face of his friend of the “preceding evening, Mr. Hook Walker. | Eomicbooks.com