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What befell Mr. Pickwick when he got into the Fleet; what Prisoners he saw there; and how he passed

           

           ‘No,hedidn’t,Sir,’repliedSam.‘Hegotacuriositytogoandtastethebeeratanewpublic-houseovertheway,anditwossuchaweryniceparlour,thathetookitintohisheadtogothereeverynight,whichhedidforalongtime,alwayscomin’backreg’laraboutaquarterofanhouraforethegateshut,whichwasallwerysnugandcomfortable.Atlasthebegantogetsopreciousjolly,thatheusedtoforgethowthetimevent,orcarenothin’atallaboutit,andhewentongettin’laterandlater,tillvunnighthisoldfriendwosjusta-shuttin’thegatehadturnedthekeyinfactwenhecomeup."Holdhard,Bill,"hesays."Wot,ain’tyoucomehomeyet,Tventy?’saystheturnkey,"Ithoughtyouwosin,longago.""No,Iwasn’t,"saysthelittleman,withasmile."Well,then,I’lltellyouwotitis,myfriend,"saystheturnkey,openin’thegateweryslowandsulky,"it’smy‘pinionasyou’vegotintobadcompanyo’late,whichI’mwerysorrytosee.Now,Idon’twishtodonothingharsh,"hesays,"butifyoucan’tconfineyourselftosteadycircles,andfindyourvaybackatreg’larhours,assureasyou’rea-standin’there,I’llshutyououtaltogether!"Thelittlemanwasseizedvithawiolentfito’tremblin’,andneverventoutsidetheprisonwallsartervards!’

           AsSamconcluded,Mr.Pickwickslowlyretracedhisstepsdownstairs.

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