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had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind, in skates. He was seated on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance. Are you hurt? inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety. Not much, said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very hard. I wish youd let me bleed you, said Mr. Benjamin, with great eagerness. No, thank you, replied Mr. Winkle hurriedly. I really think you had better, said Allen. Thank you, replied Mr. Winkle; Id rather not. What do YOU think, Mr. Pickwick? inquired Bob Sawyer. Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and said in a stern voice, Take his skates off. No; but really I had scarcely begun, remonstrated Mr. Winkle. Take his skates off, repeated Mr. Pickwick firmly. The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence. Lift him up, said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttered in a low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words-- Youre a humbug, sir. A what? said Mr. Winkle, starting. A humbug, Sir. I will speak plainer, if you wish it. An impostor, sir. With those words, Mr. Pickwick turned slowly on his heel, and rejoined his friends. While Mr. Pickwick was delivering himself of the sentiment just recorded, Mr. Weller and the fat boy, having by their joint endeavours cut out a slide, were exercising themselves thereupon, in a very masterly and brilliant manner. Sam Weller, in particular, was displaying that beautiful feat of fancy-sliding which is currently denominated knocking at the cobblers door, and which is achieved by skimming over the ice on one foot, and occasionally giving a postmans knock upon it with the other. It was a good long slide, and there was something in the motion which Mr. Pickwick, who was very cold with standing still, could not help envying. It looks a nice warm exercise that, doesnt it? he inquired of Wardle, when that gentleman was thoroughly out of breath, by reason of the indefatigable manner in which he had converted his legs into a pair of compasses, and drawn complicated problems on the ice. Ah, it does, indeed, replied Wardle. Do you slide? I used to do so, on the gutters, when I was a boy, replied Mr. Pickwick. Try it now, said Wardle. Oh, do, please, Mr. Pickwick! cried all the ladies. I should be very happy to afford you any amusement, replied Mr. Pickwick, but I havent done such a thing these thirty years. Pooh! pooh! Nonsense! said Wardle, dragging off his skates with the impetuosity which characterised all his proceedings. Here; Ill keep you company; come along! And away went the good-tempered old fellow down the slide, with a rapidity which came very close upon Mr. Weller, and beat the fat boy all to nothing. Mr. Pickwick paused, considered, pulled off his gloves and put them in his hat; took two or three short runs, baulked himself as often, and at last took another run, and went slowly and gravely down the slide, with his feet about a yard and a quarter apart, amidst the gratified shouts of all the spectators. Keep the pot a-bilin, Sir! said Sam; and down went Wardle again, and then Mr. Pickwick, and then Sam, and then Mr. Winkle, and then Mr. Bob Sawyer, and then the fat boy, and then Mr. Snodgrass, following closely upon each others heels, and running after each other with as much eagerness as if their future prospects in life depended on their expedition. It was the most intensely interesting thing, to observe the manner in which Mr. Pickwick performed his share in the ceremony; to watch the torture of anxiety with which he viewed the person behind, gaining upon him at the imminent hazard of tripping him up; to see him gradually expend the painful force he had put on at first, and turn slowly round on the slide, with his face towards the point from which he had started; to contemplate the playful smile which mantled on his face when he had accomplished the distance, and the eagerness with which he turned round when he had done so, and ran after his predecessor, his black gaiters tripping pleasantly through the snow, and his eyes beaming cheerfulness and gladness through his spectacles. And when he was knocked down (which happened upon

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