Pray do it, Sir, if you would; we will not make the smallest resistance.

Pray do it, Sir.' As Fogg put himself very temptingly within the reach of Mr.Pickwick's clenched fist, there is little doubt that that gentleman would have complied with his earnest entreaty, but for the interposition of Sam, who, hearing the dispute, emerged from the office, mounted the stairs, and seized his master by the arm.
'You just come away,' said Mr.Weller.

'Battledore and shuttlecock's a wery good game, vhen you ain't the shuttlecock and two lawyers the battledores, in which case it gets too excitin' to be pleasant.

Come avay, Sir.

If you want to ease your mind by blowing up somebody, come out into the court and blow up me; but it's rayther too expensive work to be carried on here.' And without the slightest ceremony, Mr.Weller hauled his master down the stairs, and down the court, and having safely deposited him in Cornhill, fell behind, prepared to follow whithersoever he should lead.
Mr.Pickwick walked on abstractedly, crossed opposite the Mansion House, and bent his steps up Cheapside.