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‘
Ah
,
Pickwick
—
really
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
my
dear
Sir
,
excuse
me
—
I
shall
be
happy
to
receive
any
private
suggestions
of
yours
,
as
AMICUS
CURIAE
,
but
you
must
see
the
impropriety
of
your
interfering
with
my
conduct
in
this
case
,
with
such
an
AD
CAPTANDUM
argument
as
the
offer
of
half
a
guinea
.
Really
,
my
dear
Sir
,
really
;
’
and
the
little
man
took
an
argumentative
pinch
of
snuff
,
and
looked
very
profound
.
‘
My
only
wish
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
was
to
bring
this
very
unpleasant
matter
to
as
speedy
a
close
as
possible
.
’
‘
Quite
right
—
quite
right
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
With
which
view
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
made
use
of
the
argument
which
my
experience
of
men
has
taught
me
is
the
most
likely
to
succeed
in
any
case
.
’
‘
Ay
,
ay
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
‘
very
good
,
very
good
,
indeed
;
but
you
should
have
suggested
it
to
me
.
My
dear
sir
,
I
’
m
quite
certain
you
cannot
be
ignorant
of
the
extent
of
confidence
which
must
be
placed
in
professional
men
.
If
any
authority
can
be
necessary
on
such
a
point
,
my
dear
sir
,
let
me
refer
you
to
the
well
-
known
case
in
Barnwell
and
—
’
‘
Never
mind
George
Barnwell
,
’
interrupted
Sam
,
who
had
remained
a
wondering
listener
during
this
short
colloquy
;
‘
everybody
knows
what
sort
of
a
case
his
was
,
tho
’
it
’
s
always
been
my
opinion
,
mind
you
,
that
the
young
‘
ooman
deserved
scragging
a
precious
sight
more
than
he
did
.
Hows
’
ever
,
that
’
s
neither
here
nor
there
.
You
want
me
to
accept
of
half
a
guinea
.
Wery
well
,
I
’
m
agreeable
:
I
can
’
t
say
no
fairer
than
that
,
can
I
,
sir
?
’
(
Mr
.
Pickwick
smiled
.
)
Then
the
next
question
is
,
what
the
devil
do
you
want
with
me
,
as
the
man
said
,
wen
he
see
the
ghost
?
’
‘
We
want
to
know
—
’
said
Mr
.
Wardle
.
‘
Now
,
my
dear
sir
—
my
dear
sir
,
’
interposed
the
busy
little
man
.
Mr
.
Wardle
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
was
silent
.
