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‘
I
paid
his
expenses
!
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
,
jumping
up
frantically
.
‘
He
’
s
got
ten
pounds
of
mine
!
—
stop
him
!
—
he
’
s
swindled
me
!
—
I
won
’
t
bear
it
!
—
I
’
ll
have
justice
,
Pickwick
!
—
I
won
’
t
stand
it
!
’
and
with
sundry
incoherent
exclamations
of
the
like
nature
,
the
unhappy
gentleman
spun
round
and
round
the
apartment
,
in
a
transport
of
frenzy
.
‘
Lord
preserve
us
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
eyeing
the
extraordinary
gestures
of
his
friend
with
terrified
surprise
.
‘
He
’
s
gone
mad
!
What
shall
we
do
?
’
‘
Do
!
’
said
the
stout
old
host
,
who
regarded
only
the
last
words
of
the
sentence
.
‘
Put
the
horse
in
the
gig
!
I
’
ll
get
a
chaise
at
the
Lion
,
and
follow
’
em
instantly
.
Where
?
’
—
he
exclaimed
,
as
the
man
ran
out
to
execute
the
commission
—
‘
where
’
s
that
villain
,
Joe
?
’
‘
Here
I
am
!
but
I
hain
’
t
a
willin
,
’
replied
a
voice
.
It
was
the
fat
boy
’
s
.
‘
Let
me
get
at
him
,
Pickwick
,
’
cried
Wardle
,
as
he
rushed
at
the
ill
-
starred
youth
.
‘
He
was
bribed
by
that
scoundrel
,
Jingle
,
to
put
me
on
a
wrong
scent
,
by
telling
a
cock
-
and
-
bull
story
of
my
sister
and
your
friend
Tupman
!
’
(
Here
Mr
.
Tupman
sank
into
a
chair
.
)
‘
Let
me
get
at
him
!
’
‘
Don
’
t
let
him
!
’
screamed
all
the
women
,
above
whose
exclamations
the
blubbering
of
the
fat
boy
was
distinctly
audible
.
‘
I
won
’
t
be
held
!
’
cried
the
old
man
.
‘
Mr
.
Winkle
,
take
your
hands
off
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
let
me
go
,
sir
!
’
It
was
a
beautiful
sight
,
in
that
moment
of
turmoil
and
confusion
,
to
behold
the
placid
and
philosophical
expression
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
face
,
albeit
somewhat
flushed
with
exertion
,
as
he
stood
with
his
arms
firmly
clasped
round
the
extensive
waist
of
their
corpulent
host
,
thus
restraining
the
impetuosity
of
his
passion
,
while
the
fat
boy
was
scratched
,
and
pulled
,
and
pushed
from
the
room
by
all
the
females
congregated
therein
.
He
had
no
sooner
released
his
hold
,
than
the
man
entered
to
announce
that
the
gig
was
ready
.
‘
Don
’
t
let
him
go
alone
!
’
screamed
the
females
.
‘
He
’
ll
kill
somebody
!
’
