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Some Account of Eatanswill; of the State of Parties therein; and of the Election of a Member to serv

           Weller;‘ourpeople’sa-collectingdownattheTownArms,andthey’rea-holleringthemselveshoarsealready.’

           ‘Ah,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘dotheyseemdevotedtotheirparty,Sam?’

           ‘Neverseesuchdewotioninmylife,Sir.’

           ‘Energetic,eh?’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Uncommon,’repliedSam;‘Ineverseemeneatanddrinksomuchafore.Iwondertheyain’tafeer’do’bustin’.’

           ‘That’sthemistakenkindnessofthegentryhere,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Werylikely,’repliedSambriefly.

           ‘Fine,fresh,heartyfellowstheyseem,’saidMr.Pickwick,glancingfromthewindow.

           ‘Weryfresh,’repliedSam;‘meandthetwowaitersatthePeacockhasbeena-pumpin’overtheindependentwotersassuppedtherelastnight.’

           ‘Pumpingoverindependentvoters!’exclaimedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Yes,’saidhisattendant,‘everymansleptverehefelldown;wedragged’emout,onebyone,thismornin’,andput’emunderthepump,andthey’reinreg’larfineordernow.Shillin’aheadthecommitteepaidforthat‘erejob.’

           ‘Cansuchthingsbe!’exclaimedtheastonishedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Lordblessyourheart,sir,’saidSam,‘whywherewasyouhalfbaptised?that’snothin’,thatain’t.’

           ‘Nothing?‘saidMr.Pickwick.

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