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roof, as are collected together betwoen the four walls of the Great White Horse at Ipswich.

It was at the door of this overgrown tavern, that the London coacli stopped, at the same hour every evening ; and it was from this same London coach, that Mr. Pickwick, Sam Weller, and Mr. Peter Magnus dismounted, on the particular evenings to which thischapterof our history- bears reference.

" Do you stop here. Sir ? " inquired Mr. Peter Magnus, when the striped bag-, and the red bag, and the brown paper parcel, and the leather hat-box, had all been deposited in the passage. " Do you stop here, Sir? "

" I do," said Mr. Pickwick.

" Dear me," said Mr. Magnus, I never knew anything like these extraordinary coincidences. Why, I stop here, too. I hope we dine together ? "

" With pleasure," replied Mr. Pickwick. " I am not quite certain whether I have any friends here or not, though. Is there ny gentle- man of the name of Tupman here, waiter ? "

A corpulent man, with a fortnight's napkin under his arm, and coeval stockings on his legs, slowly desisted from his occupation of staring down the street, on this question being put to him by Mr. Pickwick ; and, after minutely inspecting that gentleman's appearance, from the crown of his hat to the lowest button of his gaiters, replied emphati- cally —

  • 'No."

" Nor any gentleman of the name of Snodgrass ? " inquired ivlr Pickwick. " No ! "

«' Nor Winkle?" « No."

" My friends have not arrived to-day. Sir," said Mr. Pickwick. *' We will dine alone, then. Shew us a private room, waiter."

On this request being preferred, the corpulent man condescended to order the boots to bring in the gentlemen's luggage, and precedmg them down a long dark passage, ushered them into a large badly-fur- nished apartment, with a dirty grate, in which a small fire was making a wretched attempt to be cheerful, but was fast sinking beneath the dispiriting influence of the place. After the lapse of an hour, a bit of fish and a steak, were served up to the travellers, and when the dinner was cleared away, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Peter Magnus drew their chairs up to the fire, and having ordered a bottle of the worst possible port wine, at the highest possible price, for the good of the house, drank brandy and water for their own.

Mr. Peter Magnus was naturally of a very communicative disposition, and the brandy and water operated with wonderful effect in warming mto life the deepest hidden secrets of his bosom. After sundry accounts of himself, his family, his connexions, his friends, his jokes, his business, and his brothers (most talkative men have a great deal to say about their brothers), Mr. Peter Magnus took a blue view of Mr. Pickwick

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