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How the Pickwickians made and cultivated the Acquaintance of a Couple of nice young Men belonging to

           Heeschewedgloves,andlooked,uponthewhole,somethinglikeadissipatedRobinsonCrusoe.

           SuchwerethetwoworthiestowhomMr.Pickwickwasintroduced,ashetookhisseatatthebreakfast-tableonChristmasmorning.

           ‘Splendidmorning,gentlemen,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           Mr.BobSawyerslightlynoddedhisassenttotheproposition,andaskedMr.BenjaminAllenforthemustard.

           ‘Haveyoucomefarthismorning,gentlemen?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

           ‘BlueLionatMuggleton,’brieflyrespondedMr.Allen.

           ‘Youshouldhavejoineduslastnight,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Soweshould,’repliedBobSawyer,‘butthebrandywastoogoodtoleaveinahurry;wasn’tit,Ben?’

           ‘Certainly,’saidMr.BenjaminAllen;‘andthecigarswerenotbad,orthepork-chopseither;werethey,Bob?’

           ‘Decidedlynot,’saidBob.Theparticularfriendsresumedtheirattackuponthebreakfast,morefreelythanbefore,asiftherecollectionoflastnight’ssupperhadimpartedanewrelishtothemeal.

           ‘Pegaway,Bob,’saidMr.Allen,tohiscompanion,encouragingly.

           ‘SoIdo,’repliedBobSawyer.Andso,todohimjustice,hedid.

           ‘Nothinglikedissecting,togiveoneanappetite,’saidMr.BobSawyer,lookingroundthetable.

           Mr.Pickwickslightlyshuddered.

           ‘Bythebye,Bob,’saidMr.

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