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

           Allen,‘haveyoufinishedthatlegyet?’

           ‘Nearly,’repliedSawyer,helpinghimselftohalfafowlashespoke.‘It’saverymuscularoneforachild’s.’‘Isit?’inquiredMr.Allencarelessly.

           ‘Very,’saidBobSawyer,withhismouthfull.

           ‘I’veputmynamedownforanarmatourplace,’saidMr.Allen.‘We’reclubbingforasubject,andthelistisnearlyfull,onlywecan’tgetholdofanyfellowthatwantsahead.Iwishyou’dtakeit.’

           ‘No,’replied‘BobSawyer;‘can’taffordexpensiveluxuries.’

           ‘Nonsense!’saidAllen.

           ‘Can’t,indeed,’rejoinedBobSawyer,‘Iwouldn’tmindabrain,butIcouldn’tstandawholehead.’‘Hush,hush,gentlemen,pray,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘Iheartheladies.’

           AsMr.Pickwickspoke,theladies,gallantlyescortedbyMessrs.Snodgrass,Winkle,andTupman,returnedfromanearlywalk.

           ‘Why,Ben!’saidArabella,inatonewhichexpressedmoresurprisethanpleasureatthesightofherbrother.

           ‘Cometotakeyouhometo-morrow,’repliedBenjamin.

           Mr.Winkleturnedpale.

           ‘Don’tyouseeBobSawyer,Arabella?’inquiredMr.BenjaminAllen,somewhatreproachfully.Arabellagracefullyheldoutherhand,inacknowledgmentofBobSawyer’spresence.AthrillofhatredstrucktoMr.

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