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A
sudden
scraping
of
feet
,
mingled
with
the
sound
of
suppressed
laughter
,
was
heard
from
behind
the
partition
.
‘
They
’
re
a
-
twiggin
’
of
you
,
Sir
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Twigging
of
me
,
Sam
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
what
do
you
mean
by
twigging
me
?
’
Mr
.
Weller
replied
by
pointing
with
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
on
looking
up
,
became
sensible
of
the
pleasing
fact
,
that
all
the
four
clerks
,
with
countenances
expressive
of
the
utmost
amusement
,
and
with
their
heads
thrust
over
the
wooden
screen
,
were
minutely
inspecting
the
figure
and
general
appearance
of
the
supposed
trifler
with
female
hearts
,
and
disturber
of
female
happiness
.
On
his
looking
up
,
the
row
of
heads
suddenly
disappeared
,
and
the
sound
of
pens
travelling
at
a
furious
rate
over
paper
,
immediately
succeeded
.
A
sudden
ring
at
the
bell
which
hung
in
the
office
,
summoned
Mr
.
Jackson
to
the
apartment
of
Fogg
,
from
whence
he
came
back
to
say
that
he
(
Fogg
)
was
ready
to
see
Mr
.
Pickwick
if
he
would
step
upstairs
.
Upstairs
Mr
.
Pickwick
did
step
accordingly
,
leaving
Sam
Weller
below
.
The
room
door
of
the
one
-
pair
back
,
bore
inscribed
in
legible
characters
the
imposing
words
,
‘
Mr
.
Fogg
’
;
and
,
having
tapped
thereat
,
and
been
desired
to
come
in
,
Jackson
ushered
Mr
.
Pickwick
into
the
presence
.
‘
Is
Mr
.
Dodson
in
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Fogg
.
‘
Just
come
in
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Jackson
.
‘
Ask
him
to
step
here
.
’
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
Exit
Jackson
.
‘
Take
a
seat
,
sir
,
’
said
Fogg
;
‘
there
is
the
paper
,
sir
;
my
partner
will
be
here
directly
,
and
we
can
converse
about
this
matter
,
sir
.
’
