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The
old
gentleman
bowed
respectfully
;
and
advancing
to
the
magistrate
's
desk
,
said
suiting
the
action
to
the
word
,
'
That
is
my
name
and
address
,
sir
.
'
He
then
withdrew
a
pace
or
two
;
and
,
with
another
polite
and
gentlemanly
inclination
of
the
head
,
waited
to
be
questioned
.
Now
,
it
so
happened
that
Mr.
Fang
was
at
that
moment
perusing
a
leading
article
in
a
newspaper
of
the
morning
,
adverting
to
some
recent
decision
of
his
,
and
commending
him
,
for
the
three
hundred
and
fiftieth
time
,
to
the
special
and
particular
notice
of
the
Secretary
of
State
for
the
Home
Department
.
He
was
out
of
temper
;
and
he
looked
up
with
an
angry
scowl
.
'
Who
are
you
?
'
said
Mr.
Fang
.
The
old
gentleman
pointed
,
with
some
surprise
,
to
his
card
.
'
Officer
!
'
said
Mr.
Fang
,
tossing
the
card
contemptuously
away
with
the
newspaper
.
'
Who
is
this
fellow
?
'
'
My
name
,
sir
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
,
speaking
LIKE
a
gentleman
,
'
my
name
,
sir
,
is
Brownlow
.
Permit
me
to
inquire
the
name
of
the
magistrate
who
offers
a
gratuitous
and
unprovoked
insult
to
a
respectable
person
,
under
the
protection
of
the
bench
.
'
Saying
this
,
Mr.
Brownlow
looked
around
the
office
as
if
in
search
of
some
person
who
would
afford
him
the
required
information
.
'
Officer
!
'
said
Mr.
Fang
,
throwing
the
paper
on
one
side
,
'
what
's
this
fellow
charged
with
?
'
'
He
's
not
charged
at
all
,
your
worship
,
'
replied
the
officer
.
'
He
appears
against
this
boy
,
your
worship
.
'
His
worshp
knew
this
perfectly
well
;
but
it
was
a
good
annoyance
,
and
a
safe
one
.
