“Come along, then,” said he of the green coat, lugging Mr. Pickwick after him by main force, and talking the whole way. “Here, No. 924, take your fare, and take yourself off⁠—respectable gentleman⁠—know him well⁠—none of your nonsense⁠—this way, sir⁠—where’s your friends?⁠—all a mistake, I see⁠—never mind⁠—accidents will happen⁠—best regulated families⁠—never say die⁠—down upon your luck⁠—Pull him up ⁠—Put that in his pipe⁠—like the flavour⁠—damned rascals.” And with a lengthened string of similar broken sentences, delivered with extraordinary volubility, the stranger led the way to the traveller’s waiting-room, whither he was closely followed by Mr. Pickwick and his disciples.