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

           

           ‘Yes,do;letmeimploreyouformysake!’roaredMr.Winkle,deeplyaffected.Theadjurationwasratherunnecessary;theprobabilitybeing,thatifMr.Pickwickhaddeclinedtokeephimselfupforanybodyelse’ssake,itwouldhaveoccurredtohimthathemightaswelldoso,forhisown.

           ‘Doyoufeelthebottomthere,oldfellow?’saidWardle.

           ‘Yes,certainly,’repliedMr.Pickwick,wringingthewaterfromhisheadandface,andgaspingforbreath.‘Ifelluponmyback.Icouldn’tgetonmyfeetatfirst.’

           TheclayuponsomuchofMr.Pickwick’scoataswasyetvisible,boretestimonytotheaccuracyofthisstatement;andasthefearsofthespectatorswerestillfurtherrelievedbythefatboy’ssuddenlyrecollectingthatthewaterwasnowheremorethanfivefeetdeep,prodigiesofvalourwereperformedtogethimout.Afteravastquantityofsplashing,andcracking,andstruggling,Mr.Pickwickwasatlengthfairlyextricatedfromhisunpleasantposition,andoncemorestoodondryland.

           ‘Oh,he’llcatchhisdeathofcold,’saidEmily.

           ‘Dearoldthing!’saidArabella.‘Letmewrapthisshawlroundyou,Mr.Pickwick.’

           ‘Ah,that’sthebestthingyoucando,’saidWardle;‘andwhenyou’vegotiton,runhomeasfastasyourlegscancarryyou,andjumpintobeddirectly.’Adozenshawlswereofferedontheinstant.Threeorfourofthethickesthavingbeenselected,Mr.

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