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A cab journey

'Here you are, Sir,' shouted a strange-looking man. This man was wearing a cheap coat and and had a brass label and number round his neck, so he looked as if he were on display in some collection. This was the porter, whose job it was to call the taxis. 'Here you are, Sir. Now, then, first cab!' So the first cab driver was fetched from the public-house, where he had been smoking his first pipeof the day. Mr Pickwick's suitcase was thown in to the vehicle, and then Mr Pickwick after it.