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Perker
,
sinking
his
voice
almost
to
a
whisper
.
‘
We
had
a
little
tea
-
party
here
,
last
night
—
five
-
and
-
forty
women
,
my
dear
sir
—
and
gave
every
one
of
’
em
a
green
parasol
when
she
went
away
.
’
‘
A
parasol
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Fact
,
my
dear
Sir
,
fact
.
Five
-
and
-
forty
green
parasols
,
at
seven
and
sixpence
a
-
piece
.
All
women
like
finery
—
extraordinary
the
effect
of
those
parasols
.
Secured
all
their
husbands
,
and
half
their
brothers
—
beats
stockings
,
and
flannel
,
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
hollow
.
My
idea
,
my
dear
Sir
,
entirely
.
Hail
,
rain
,
or
sunshine
,
you
can
’
t
walk
half
a
dozen
yards
up
the
street
,
without
encountering
half
a
dozen
green
parasols
.
’
Here
the
little
man
indulged
in
a
convulsion
of
mirth
,
which
was
only
checked
by
the
entrance
of
a
third
party
.
This
was
a
tall
,
thin
man
,
with
a
sandy
-
coloured
head
inclined
to
baldness
,
and
a
face
in
which
solemn
importance
was
blended
with
a
look
of
unfathomable
profundity
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
long
brown
surtout
,
with
a
black
cloth
waistcoat
,
and
drab
trousers
.
A
double
eyeglass
dangled
at
his
waistcoat
;
and
on
his
head
he
wore
a
very
low
-
crowned
hat
with
a
broad
brim
.
The
new
-
comer
was
introduced
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
as
Mr
.
Pott
,
the
editor
of
the
Eatanswill
GAZETTE
.
After
a
few
preliminary
remarks
,
Mr
.
Pott
turned
round
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
said
with
solemnity
—
‘
This
contest
excites
great
interest
in
the
metropolis
,
sir
?
’
‘
I
believe
it
does
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
To
which
I
have
reason
to
know
,
’
said
Pott
,
looking
towards
Mr
.
Perker
for
corroboration
—
‘
to
which
I
have
reason
to
know
that
my
article
of
last
Saturday
in
some
degree
contributed
.
’
‘
Not
the
least
doubt
of
it
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
The
press
is
a
mighty
engine
,
sir
,
’
said
Pott
.
