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‘
Don
’
t
know
.
’
Here
the
man
proceeded
to
mend
his
pen
with
great
deliberation
,
while
another
clerk
,
who
was
mixing
a
Seidlitz
powder
,
under
cover
of
the
lid
of
his
desk
,
laughed
approvingly
.
‘
I
think
I
’
ll
wait
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
There
was
no
reply
;
so
Mr
.
Pickwick
sat
down
unbidden
,
and
listened
to
the
loud
ticking
of
the
clock
and
the
murmured
conversation
of
the
clerks
.
‘
That
was
a
game
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
’
said
one
of
the
gentlemen
,
in
a
brown
coat
and
brass
buttons
,
inky
drabs
,
and
bluchers
,
at
the
conclusion
of
some
inaudible
relation
of
his
previous
evening
’
s
adventures
.
‘
Devilish
good
—
devilish
good
,
’
said
the
Seidlitz
-
powder
man
.
‘
Tom
Cummins
was
in
the
chair
,
’
said
the
man
with
the
brown
coat
.
‘
It
was
half
-
past
four
when
I
got
to
Somers
Town
,
and
then
I
was
so
uncommon
lushy
,
that
I
couldn
’
t
find
the
place
where
the
latch
-
key
went
in
,
and
was
obliged
to
knock
up
the
old
‘
ooman
.
I
say
,
I
wonder
what
old
Fogg
’
ud
say
,
if
he
knew
it
.
I
should
get
the
sack
,
I
s
’
pose
—
eh
?
’
At
this
humorous
notion
,
all
the
clerks
laughed
in
concert
.
‘
There
was
such
a
game
with
Fogg
here
,
this
mornin
’
,
’
said
the
man
in
the
brown
coat
,
‘
while
Jack
was
upstairs
sorting
the
papers
,
and
you
two
were
gone
to
the
stamp
-
office
.
Fogg
was
down
here
,
opening
the
letters
when
that
chap
as
we
issued
the
writ
against
at
Camberwell
,
you
know
,
came
in
—
what
’
s
his
name
again
?
’
‘
Ramsey
,
’
said
the
clerk
who
had
spoken
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Ah
,
Ramsey
—
a
precious
seedy
-
looking
customer
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
says
old
Fogg
,
looking
at
him
very
fierce
—
you
know
his
way
—
"
well
,
Sir
,
have
you
come
to
settle
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
have
,
sir
,
"
said
Ramsey
,
putting
his
hand
in
his
pocket
,
and
bringing
out
the
money
,
"
the
debt
’
s
two
pound
ten
,
and
the
costs
three
pound
five
,
and
here
it
is
,
Sir
;
"
and
he
sighed
like
bricks
,
as
he
lugged
out
the
money
,
done
up
in
a
bit
of
blotting
-
paper
.
Old
Fogg
looked
first
at
the
money
,
and
then
at
him
,
and
then
he
coughed
in
his
rum
way
,
so
that
I
knew
something
was
coming
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
there
’
s
a
declaration
filed
,
which
increases
the
costs
materially
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Fogg
.
"
You
don
’
t
say
that
,
sir
,
"
said
Ramsey
,
starting
back
;
"
the
time
was
only
out
last
night
,
Sir
.
"
"
I
do
say
it
,
though
,
"
said
Fogg
,
"
my
clerk
’
s
just
gone
to
file
it
.
Hasn
’
t
Mr
.
Jackson
gone
to
file
that
declaration
in
Bullman
and
Ramsey
,
Mr
.
Wicks
?
"
Of
course
I
said
yes
,
and
then
Fogg
coughed
again
,
and
looked
at
Ramsey
.
"
My
God
!
"
said
Ramsey
;
"
and
here
have
I
nearly
driven
myself
mad
,
scraping
this
money
together
,
and
all
to
no
purpose
.
"
"
None
at
all
,
"
said
Fogg
coolly
;
"
so
you
had
better
go
back
and
scrape
some
more
together
,
and
bring
it
here
in
time
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
get
it
,
by
God
!
"
said
Ramsey
,
striking
the
desk
with
his
fist
.
"
Don
’
t
bully
me
,
sir
,
"
said
Fogg
,
getting
into
a
passion
on
purpose
.
"
I
am
not
bullying
you
,
sir
,
"
said
Ramsey
.
"
You
are
,
"
said
Fogg
;
"
get
out
,
sir
;
get
out
of
this
office
,
Sir
,
and
come
back
,
Sir
,
when
you
know
how
to
behave
yourself
.
