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Relating chiefly to some remarkable Conversation, and some remarkable Proceedings to which it gives rise ‘London at last!’ cried Nicholas, throwing back his greatcoat and rousing Smike from a long nap. ‘It seemed to me as though we should never reach it.’ ‘And yet you came along at a tidy pace too,’ observed the coachman, looking over his shoulder at Nicholas with no very pleasant expression of countenance. ‘Ay, I know that,’ was the reply; ‘but I have been very anxious to be at my journey’s end, and that makes the…