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Mr
.
Pickwick
took
a
seat
and
the
paper
,
but
,
instead
of
reading
the
latter
,
peeped
over
the
top
of
it
,
and
took
a
survey
of
the
man
of
business
,
who
was
an
elderly
,
pimply
-
faced
,
vegetable
-
diet
sort
of
man
,
in
a
black
coat
,
dark
mixture
trousers
,
and
small
black
gaiters
;
a
kind
of
being
who
seemed
to
be
an
essential
part
of
the
desk
at
which
he
was
writing
,
and
to
have
as
much
thought
or
feeling
.
After
a
few
minutes
’
silence
,
Mr
.
Dodson
,
a
plump
,
portly
,
stern
-
looking
man
,
with
a
loud
voice
,
appeared
;
and
the
conversation
commenced
.
‘
This
is
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
said
Fogg
.
‘
Ah
!
You
are
the
defendant
,
Sir
,
in
Bardell
and
Pickwick
?
’
said
Dodson
.
‘
I
am
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
said
Dodson
,
‘
and
what
do
you
propose
?
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Fogg
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
trousers
’
pockets
,
and
throwing
himself
back
in
his
chair
,
‘
what
do
you
propose
,
Mr
Pickwick
?
’
‘
Hush
,
Fogg
,
’
said
Dodson
,
‘
let
me
hear
what
Mr
.
Pickwick
has
to
say
.
’
‘
I
came
,
gentlemen
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
gazing
placidly
on
the
two
partners
,
‘
I
came
here
,
gentlemen
,
to
express
the
surprise
with
which
I
received
your
letter
of
the
other
day
,
and
to
inquire
what
grounds
of
action
you
can
have
against
me
.
’
‘
Grounds
of
—
’
Fogg
had
ejaculated
this
much
,
when
he
was
stopped
by
Dodson
.
