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| Heading to Chapter I | [1] |
| Heading to Chapter II | [12] |
| “Now then, sir,” said Sam, “off vith you, and show ’em how to do it” | [18] |
| Went slowly and gravely down the slide | [21] |
| Heading to Chapter III | [26] |
| Heading to Chapter IV | [43] |
| “If you’ll have the kindness to settle that little bill of mine I’ll thank you” | [46] |
| Heading to Chapter V | [59] |
| “Is there anybody here, named Sam?” | [60] |
| Heading to Chapter VI | [78] |
| Heading to Chapter VII | [105] |
| “Do you do anything in this way, sir?” inquired the tall footman | [117] |
| Heading to Chapter VIII | [123] |
| Heading to Chapter IX | [136] |
| Heading to Chapter X | [151] |
| “You’ve been stopping to over all the posts in Bristol” | [156] |
| Heading to Chapter XI | [167] |
| Heading to Chapter XII | [184] |
| “Take your hat off” | [187] |
| Heading to Chapter XIII | [199] |
| “Come on—both of you” | [209] |
| Heading to Chapter XIV | [214] |
| Heading to Chapter XV | [230] |
| After a violent struggle, released his head and face | [236] |
| Heading to Chapter XVI | [246] |
| Heading to Chapter XVII | [261] |
| Heading to Chapter XVIII | [280] |
| A shabby man in black leggings | [287] |
| Heading to Chapter XIX | [292] |
| Heading to Chapter XX | [305] |
| Heading to Chapter XXI | [320] |
| “My uncle gave a loud stamp on the boot in the energy of the moment” | [338] |
| Heading to Chapter XXII | [340] |
| Mr. Winkle senior | [352] |
| Heading to Chapter XXIII | [357] |
| Heading to Chapter XXIV | [374] |
| Heading to Chapter XXV | [387] |
| Heading to Chapter XXVI | [402] |
| His jolly red face shining with smiles and health | [404] |
| Pointed with his thumb over his shoulder | [416] |
| Heading to Chapter XXVII | [420] |
| A cold collation of an Abernethy biscuit and a saveloy | [423] |
| Heading to Chapter XXVIII | [434] |
| A little old gentleman in a suit of snuff-coloured clothes | [444] |
| Dismissed him with a harmless but ceremonious kick | [448] |
| Heading to Chapter XXIX | [449] |
| “The happiness of young people,” said Mr. Pickwick, a little moved, “has everbeen the chief pleasure of my life” | [451] |
| Exchanged his old costume for the ordinary dress of Englishmen | [455] |
| Tailpiece to Chapter XXIX | [457] |
CHAPTER I
The Story of the Goblins who stole a Sexton
“In an old abbey town, down in this part of the country, a long, long while ago—so long, that the story must be a true one, because our great-grandfathers implicitly believed it—there officiated as sexton and grave-digger in the churchyard, one Gabriel Grub. It by no means follows that because a man is a sexton, and constantly surrounded by the emblems of mortality, therefore he should be a morose and melancholy man; your undertakers are the merriest fellows in the world; and I once had the honour of being on intimate terms with a mute, who in private life, and off duty, was as comical and jocose a little fellow as ever chirped out a devil-may-care song, without a hitch in his memory, or drained off the contents of a good stiff glass without stopping for breath. But, notwithstanding these precedents to the contrary, Gabriel Grub was an ill-conditioned, cross-grained, surly fellow—a morose and lonely man, who consorted with nobody but himself, and an old wicker bottle which fitted into his large deep waistcoat pocket—and who eyed each merry face, as it passed him by, with such a deep scowl of malice and ill-humour, as it was difficult to meet, without feeling something the worse for.