you should keep dogs – fine animals – sagacious creatures – dog of my own once – Pointer – surprising instinct – out shooting one day – entering inclosure – whistled – dog stopped – whistled again – Ponto – no go: stock still – called him – Ponto, Ponto – wouldn’t move – dog transfixed – staring at a board – looked up, saw an inscription – “Gamekeeper has orders to shoot all dogs found in this inclosure” – wouldn’t pass it – wonderful dog – valuable dog that – very.’

‘Singular circumstance that,’ said Mr Pickwick. ‘Will you allow me to make a note of it^*?’

‘Certainly, Sir, certainly – hundred more anecdotes of the same animal. – Fine girl, Sir’ (to Mr Tracy Tupman, who had been bestowing sundry anti-Pickwickian glances on a young lady by the road side).

‘Very!’ said Mr Tupman.

‘English girls not so fine as Spanish – noble creatures – jet hair – black eyes – lovely forms – sweet creatures – beautiful.’

‘You have been in Spain, Sir?’ said Mr Tracy Tupman.

‘Lived there – ages.’

‘Many conquests, Sir?’ inquired Mr Tupman.

‘Conquests! Thousands. Don Bolaro Fizzgig – Grandee – only daughter – Donna Christina – splendid creature – loved me to distraction – jealous father – high-souled daughter – handsome Englishman – Donna Christina in despair – prussic acid – stomach pump in my portmanteau – operation performed – old Bolaro in ecstacies – consent to our union – join hands and floods of tears – romantic story – very.’

‘Is the lady in England now, Sir?’ inquired Mr Tupman, on whom the description of her charms had produced a powerful impression.

‘Dead, Sir – dead,’ said the stranger, applying to his right eye the brief remnant of a very old cambric handkerchief. ‘Never recovered the stomach pump – undermined constitution – fell a victim.’

‘And her father?’ inquired the poetic Snodgrass.

‘Remorse and misery,’ replied the stranger. ‘Sudden disappearance – talk of the whole city – search made everywhere – without success – public fountain in the great square suddenly ceased playing – weeks elapsed – still a stoppage – workmen employed to clean it – water drawn off – father-in-law discovered sticking head first in the main pipe, with a full confession in his right boot – took him out, and the fountain played away again, as well as ever.’

‘Will you allow me to note that little romance down, Sir?’ said Mr Snodgrass, deeply affected.

‘Certainly, Sir, certainly, – fifty more if you like to hear ’em – strange life mine – rather curious history – not extraordinary, but singular.’

In this strain, with an occasional glass of ale, by way of parenthesis, when the coach changed horses, did the stranger proceed, until they reached Rochester bridge, by which time the note-books, both of Mr Pickwick and Mr Snodgrass, were completely filled with selections from his adventures.

‘Magnificent ruin!’ said Mr Augustus Snodgrass, with all the poetic fervour that distinguished him, when they came in sight of the fine old castle.

‘What a study for an antiquarian,’ were the very words which fell from Mr Pickwick’s mouth, as he applied his telescope to his eye.

‘Ah! fine place,’ said the stranger, ‘glorious pile – frowning walls – tottering arches – dark nooks – crumbling staircases – Old cathedral too – earthy smell – pilgrims feet worn away the old steps – little Saxon doors –confessionals like money-takers’ boxes at theatres – queer customers those monks – Popes, and Lord Treasurers, and all sorts of old fellows, with great red faces, and broken noses, turning up every day – buff jerkins too – matchlocks – Sarcophagus – fine place – old legends too – strange stories: capital;’ and the stranger continued to soliloquize until they reached the Bull Inn, in the High street, where the coach stopped.

‘Do you remain here, Sir?’ inquired Mr Nathaniel Winkle.

‘Here – not I – but you’d better – good house – nice beds – Wright’s next house, dear – very dear – half-a-crown in the bill, if you look at the waiter – charge you more if you dine at a friend’s than they would if you dined in the coffee-room – rum fellows – very.’

Mr Winkle turned to Mr Pickwick, and murmured a few words; a whisper passed from Mr Pickwick to Mr Snodgrass, from Mr Snodgrass to Mr Tupman, and nods of assent were exchanged. Mr Pickwick addressed the stranger.

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