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Wherein Mr. Peter Magnus grows jealous, and the middle-aged Lady apprehensive, which brings the Pick

           That’smyviewofthematter,Mr.Pickwick.’

           ‘Itisaveryphilosophicalone,’repliedMr.Pickwick.‘Butbreakfastiswaiting,Mr.Magnus.Come.’

           Downtheysattobreakfast,butitwasevident,notwithstandingtheboastingofMr.PeterMagnus,thathelabouredunderaveryconsiderabledegreeofnervousness,ofwhichlossofappetite,apropensitytoupsetthetea-things,aspectralattemptatdrollery,andanirresistibleinclinationtolookattheclock,everyothersecond,wereamongtheprincipalsymptoms.

           ‘He-he-he,‘titteredMr.Magnus,affectingcheerfulness,andgaspingwithagitation.‘Itonlywantstwominutes,Mr.Pickwick.AmIpale,Sir?’‘Notvery,’repliedMr.Pickwick.

           Therewasabriefpause.

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,Mr.Pickwick;buthaveyoueverdonethissortofthinginyourtime?’saidMr.Magnus.

           ‘Youmeanproposing?’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Yes.’

           ‘Never,’saidMr.Pickwick,withgreatenergy,‘never.’

           ‘Youhavenoidea,then,howit’sbesttobegin?’saidMr.Magnus.

           ‘Why,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘Imayhaveformedsomeideasuponthesubject,but,asIhaveneversubmittedthemtothetestofexperience,Ishouldbesorryifyouwereinducedtoregulateyourproceedingsbythem.’

           ‘Ishouldfeelverymuchobligedtoyou,foranyadvice,Sir,’saidMr.

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