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           ‘Well,Sam,’saidMr.Pickwick,asthatfavouredservitorenteredhisbed-chamber,withhiswarmwater,onthemorningofChristmasDay,‘stillfrosty?’

           ‘Waterinthewash-handbasin’samasko’ice,Sir,’respondedSam.

           ‘Severeweather,Sam,’observedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Finetimeforthemasiswellwroppedup,asthePolarbearsaidtohimself,venhewaspractisinghisskating,’repliedMr.Weller.

           ‘Ishallbedowninaquarterofanhour,Sam,’saidMr.Pickwick,untyinghisnightcap.

           ‘Werygood,sir,’repliedSam.‘There’sacoupleo’sawbonesdownstairs.’

           ‘Acoupleofwhat!’exclaimedMr.Pickwick,sittingupinbed.

           ‘Acoupleo’sawbones,’saidSam.

           ‘What’sasawbones?’inquiredMr.Pickwick,notquitecertainwhetheritwasaliveanimal,orsomethingtoeat.

           ‘What!Don’tyouknowwhatasawbonesis,sir?’inquiredMr.Weller.‘Ithoughteverybodyknow’dasasawboneswasasurgeon.’

           ‘Oh,asurgeon,eh?’saidMr.Pickwick,withasmile.

           ‘Justthat,sir,’repliedSam.‘Thesehereonesasisbelow,though,ain’treg’larthoroughbredsawbones;they’reonlyintrainin’.’‘Inotherwordsthey’remedicalstudents,Isuppose?’saidMr.Pickwick.

           SamWellernoddedassent.

           ‘Iamgladofit,’saidMr.

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