Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 87: what you’re looking at

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wi 44 PICKWICK ABROAD. of establishing 2 correspondence and agency for his father’s com- mercial business. But as no cxtraordinary degree of interest is attached to these ar- rangements, we shall now leave Messieurs Pickwick and Winkle, and follow Messieurs Tupman and Boozie in an agreeable perambulation, which they manfully and fearlessly accomplished together-—alone and unattended —in the Deedalian mazes of Parts. Wandering forth at hazard from the portal of Meurice’s hotel, arm- in-arm, and feeling that they were Englishmen upon French ground —and a most-satisfactory feeling it must be, too—Mr. Tupman and Mr. Boozie passed up the Rue de Rivoli, grinning in at shop-windows, ogling the girls, and maintaining their heads erect, with a most bliss- ful recklessness of whither they were going, and whom they were taken for. By dint of extreordinary navigation, they speedily arrived at the Palais Roval; and a species of instinct prompted them to enter that vast assemblage cf splendour and of weaith—that mart in the vicinity of a palace—that palace overlooking shops—that UNIGUE lounge which has no rival in the world! What an extraordinary place!” exclaimed Mr. ‘Tupman, half airaid that he had entered upon holy ground. * Smoular!’’ ec Wie 77 ingutar 1” echoed Mr. Boozie. ‘* But I was once—no, I wasn’t, ? ? « e a though—-what a lie I am tellino—”’ 66 -y } ; ‘ > 4 7 P I thought you had been in Paris before,” remonstrated Mr. Tup- man with his usual native mildness. 66 ° Z ad Se od ie Baie yo - ? = Never farther from the frontiers than Abbeville,” replied My. Boozie, with an uncasy motion of his arm. “I think I told you that I had been here before—but ‘twas false—I made a mistake—I meant Brussels, when I said Paris.”’ Tee Ar — . 29 be A. . . . = ; : ine eirl, that,” cried Mr. Tupman, indicating with his dexter lan@ a young temaie who had just passed, and was a few yards in any of them, ‘* Devilish fine girl, to be sure!” £ a a SB 540 9 igi . . . rot 4 she, though ?” exclaimed Mr. Boozie, squinting most horribly * a brace of pheasants displayed in the windows of Chevot?s shop, 7 adage aie vielnity of which our two peregrinators were now in. Sle e 1s, indeed,” rejoined Mr. Tupman, with a sigh: “let us follow ‘< : BO ais : 3 Ne essa a young lady,” said Mr. Boozie, redoubling his pave O Keep military time with Mr. Tupman, who had assumed a young, Eomichooks (E(@)