Pickwick papers. On a sunny morning

Pickwick papers. On a sunny morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven Mr. Samuel Pickwick rose from his bed, opened the window and looked out at the world before him. Goswell Street was at his feet, Goswell Street was on his right, Goswell Street was on his left, Goswell Street lay in front of him. Mr. Pickwick was not happy to see only Goswell Street. He wanted to see life in other places surrounding the street. Soon after breakfast Mr. Pickwick with a bag in his hand, a telescope and a note-book in his pocket was ready to meet adventures. He took a cab and went to «Golden Cross», an inn where his friends were waiting for him. On the way there Mr. Pickwick began his studies of London life.«How old is that horse, my friend?» asked he. «Forty-two», answered the cabman. «What,'» said Mr. Pickwick laying his hand upon the note-book. The cabman repeated the answer and Mr. Pickwick wrote it down in his note-Ibook. «And how long do you keep him out at a time?». «Two or three weeks», answered the cabman. «Weeks!» [said Mr. Pickwick in surprise and he took out his note-|book again. «We seldom take him out of the cab», said the cabman. «He is old, not very strong, and always falls down /hen we take him out of it. So we tie him to the cab, the cab runs after him and pushes him». Mr. Pickwick wrote lown every word told by the cabman in his note-book. He ranted to use the information at a club meeting.

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Pickwick papers.
On a sunny morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven Mr. Samuel Pickwick rose from his bed, opened the window and looked out at the world before him. Goswell Street was at his feet, Goswell Street was on his right, Goswell Street was on his left, Goswell Street lay in front of him. Mr. Pickwick was not happy to see only Goswell Street. He wanted to see life in other places surrounding the street. Soon after breakfast Mr. Pickwick with a bag in his hand, a telescope and a note-book in his pocket was ready to meet adventures. He took a cab and went to « Golden Cross», an inn where his friends were waiting for him. On the way there Mr. Pickwick began his studies of London life.

«How old is that horse, my friend?» Asked he. «Forty-two», answered the cabman. «What, '» said Mr. Pickwick laying his hand upon the note-book. The cabman repeated the answer and Mr. Pickwick wrote it down in his note-Ibook. «And how long do you keep him out at a time?». «Two or three weeks», answered the cabman. «Weeks!» [Said Mr. Pickwick in surprise and he took out his note- | book again. «We seldom take him out of the cab», said the cabman. «He is old, not very strong, and always falls down / hen we take him out of it. So we tie him to the cab, the cab runs after him and pushes him ». Mr. Pickwick wrote lown every word told by the cabman in his note-book. He ranted to use the information at a club meeting.

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Pickwick papers.
On a sunny morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven Mr. Samuel Pickwick rose from his bed, opened the window and looked out at the world before him. Goswell Street was at its feet, Goswell Street was on its right, Goswell Street was on its left, Goswell Street lay in front of it. Mr Pickwick was not happy to see only Goswell Street. He wanted to see life in other places surrounding the street. Soon after breakfast Mr Pickwick with a bag in his hand, a telescope and a note-book in his pocket was ready to meet adventures. He took a cab and went to "Golden Cross," an inn where his friends were waiting for him. On the way there Mr Pickwick began his studies of London life.

"How old is that horse, my friend?" he asked. "Forty-two," said the cabman. "What," said Mr Pickwick laying his hand on the note-book. The cabman repeated the answer and Mr Pickwick wrote it down in his note-ibook. "And how long do you keep it out at a time?"" Two or three weeks," the cabman said. "Weeks!" Mr. Pickwick was in surprise and he took out his note-book again. "We seldom take him out of the cab," said the cabman. "He is old, not very strong, and always falls down /hen we take him out of it. So we tie him to the cab, the cab runs after him and pushes him." Mr. Pickwick wrote every word told by the cabman in his note-book. He ranted to use the information at a club meeting.

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Pickwick papers.
On a sunny morning of the thirteenth of May，one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven Mr.Samuel Pickwick rose from his bed，opened the windows and looked out at the world before him. Goswell Street was at his feet，Goswell Street was on his right，Goswell Street was on his left，Goswell Street lay in front of him. Mr.Pickwick was not happy to see only Goswell Street. He wants to see the streets that live in other places. Son after breakfast Mr.Pickwick with a back in his hand，a telescope and a note-book in his pocket was ready to meet adventures. He put a cab and went to "golden cross", an in where his friends were waiting for him. On the way there Mr.Pickwick began his studies of London life.
"What is the old, my dear, my friend? "Asked he. “Forty-two”，answered the cabman. “What”，said Mr.Pickwick laying his hand upon the note-book. The cabman repeated the answer and Mr.Pickwick wrote it down in his note-Ibook. "How often do you lock him up? Oh "Two or three weeks", reply to Kaban. Every week! [said Mr.Pickwick in surprise and he took out his note--book again] "We took him out by ourselves," said cab. "He is old and not strong, and always falls on him. So we lock him up. He locks him up. Mr.Pickwick wrote lown every world told by the cabman in his note-book. He was asked to use information in a group meeting.