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your portrait.’
‘Sitting for my portrait?’ said Mr. Pickwick.
‘Having your likeness takensir’ replied the stout turnkey.
‘We’re capital hands at likenesses here. Take ’em in no timeand
always exact. Walk insirand make yourself at home.’
Mr. Pickwick complied with the invitationand sat himself
down; when Mr. Wellerwho stationed himself at the back of the
chairwhispered that the sitting was merely another term for
undergoing an inspection by the different turnkeysin order that
they might know prisoners from visitors.
‘WellSam’ said Mr. Pickwick‘then I wish the artists would
come. This is rather a public place.’
‘They von’t be longsirI des-say’ replied Sam. ‘There’s a
Dutch clocksir.’
‘So I see’ observed Mr. Pickwick.
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‘And a bird-cagesir’ says Sam. ‘Veels vithin veelsa prison in a
prison. Ain’t itsir?’
As Mr. Weller made this philosophical remarkMr. Pickwick
was aware that his sitting had commenced. The stout turnkey
having been relieved from the locksat downand looked at
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