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| Heading to Chapter I | [1] |
| Heading to Chapter II | [7] |
| “Weeks!” said Mr. Pickwick in astonishment—and out came the note-book again | [9] |
| “What’s the fun?” said a rather tall thin young man | [11] |
| “My name is Winkle, sir” | [28] |
| Heading to Chapter III | [39] |
| Heading to Chapter IV | [52] |
| “Damn that boy, he’s gone to sleep again” | [59] |
| Heading to Chapter V | [66] |
| “T’other side, sir, if you please” | [71] |
| Heading to Chapter VI | [78] |
| Heading to Chapter VII | [95] |
| Heading to Chapter VIII | [111] |
| “He must have been fast asleep,” whispered Mr. Tupman | [115] |
| Heading to Chapter IX | [126] |
| “Here I am; but I han’t a willin” | [127] |
| Heading to Chapter X | [136] |
| Sam Weller at the keyhole | [146] |
| Heading to Chapter XI | [152] |
| “There is an inscription here,” said Mr. Pickwick | [158] |
| Heading to Chapter XII | [173] |
| “Oh, you kind, good, playful dear” | [176] |
| Heading to Chapter XIII | [181] |
| “He has patted the babies on the head” | [196] |
| Heading to Chapter XIV | [202] |
| “No other than Tom Smart” | [207] |
| Heading to Chapter XV | [222] |
| Mr. Pickwick, with the Brigand on one arm, and the Troubadour on the other | [230] |
| Heading to Chapter XVI | [238] |
| “Looks as convivial as a live trout in a lime-basket” | [244] |
| “Who’s there?” screamed a numerous chorus of treble voices | [254] |
| Heading to Chapter XVII | [261] |
| “Open it flew, disclosing Nathaniel Pipkin” | [268] |
| Heading to Chapter XVIII | [271] |
| Heading to Chapter XIX | [283] |
| “Who are you, you rascal?” | [296] |
| Heading to Chapter XX | [300] |
| Heading to Chapter XXI | [319] |
| Heading to Chapter XXII | [338] |
| “Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, “Where’s my bedroom?” | [355] |
| Heading to Chapter XXIII | [357] |
| Heading to Chapter XXIV | [367] |
| Heading to Chapter XXV | [385] |
| “You don’t mean to say you did that on purpose?” | [405] |
| Heading to Chapter XXVI | [407] |
| Mrs. Bardell and her two friends were getting on very well | [410] |
| Heading to Chapter XXVII | [415] |
| Heading to Chapter XXVIII | [426] |
| “Aha!” said the fat boy | [432] |
POSTHUMOUS PAPERS
OF
THE PICKWICK CLUB
CHAPTER I
THE PICKWICKIANS
The first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the earlier history of the public career of the immortal Pickwick would appear to be involved, is derived from the perusal of the following entry in the Transactions of the Pickwick Club, which the editor of these papers feels the highest pleasure in laying before his readers, as a proof of the careful attention, indefatigable assiduity, and nice discrimination, with which his search among the multifarious documents confided to him has been conducted.
“May 12, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C.,[1] presiding. The following resolutions unanimously agreed to:—
[1] Perpetual Vice-President—Member Pickwick Club.