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The
gentleman
who
was
spreading
the
marmalade
returned
,
without
looking
up
from
that
occupation
,
‘
What
did
he
call
the
Dog
?
’
‘
Called
him
Lovely
,
’
said
the
other
gentleman
.
‘
Said
the
Dog
was
the
perfect
picture
of
the
old
aunt
from
whom
he
had
expectations
.
Found
him
particularly
like
her
when
hocussed
.
’
‘
Mr
Wobbler
?
’
said
the
suitor
.
Both
gentlemen
laughed
for
some
time
.
The
gentleman
with
the
gun
-
barrel
,
considering
it
,
on
inspection
,
in
a
satisfactory
state
,
referred
it
to
the
other
;
receiving
confirmation
of
his
views
,
he
fitted
it
into
its
place
in
the
case
before
him
,
and
took
out
the
stock
and
polished
that
,
softly
whistling
.
‘
Mr
Wobbler
?
’
said
the
suitor
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
then
said
Mr
Wobbler
,
with
his
mouth
full
.
‘
I
want
to
know
—
’
and
Arthur
Clennam
again
mechanically
set
forth
what
he
wanted
to
know
.
‘
Can
’
t
inform
you
,
’
observed
Mr
Wobbler
,
apparently
to
his
lunch
.
‘
Never
heard
of
it
.
Nothing
at
all
to
do
with
it
.
Better
try
Mr
Clive
,
second
door
on
the
left
in
the
next
passage
.
’
‘
Perhaps
he
will
give
me
the
same
answer
.
’
‘
Very
likely
.
Don
’
t
know
anything
about
it
,
’
said
Mr
Wobbler
.
