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When
we
add
that
the
weather
-
beaten
signboard
bore
the
half
-
obliterated
semblance
of
a
magpie
intently
eyeing
a
crooked
streak
of
brown
paint
,
which
the
neighbours
had
been
taught
from
infancy
to
consider
as
the
‘
stump
,
’
we
have
said
all
that
need
be
said
of
the
exterior
of
the
edifice
.
On
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
presenting
himself
at
the
bar
,
an
elderly
female
emerged
from
behind
the
screen
therein
,
and
presented
herself
before
him
.
‘
Is
Mr
.
Lowten
here
,
ma
’
am
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Yes
,
he
is
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
landlady
.
‘
Here
,
Charley
,
show
the
gentleman
in
to
Mr
.
Lowten
.
’
‘
The
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
can
’
t
go
in
just
now
,
’
said
a
shambling
pot
-
boy
,
with
a
red
head
,
‘
cos
’
Mr
.
Lowten
’
s
a
-
singin
’
a
comic
song
,
and
he
’
ll
put
him
out
.
He
’
ll
be
done
directly
,
Sir
.
’
The
red
-
headed
pot
-
boy
had
scarcely
finished
speaking
,
when
a
most
unanimous
hammering
of
tables
,
and
jingling
of
glasses
,
announced
that
the
song
had
that
instant
terminated
;
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
desiring
Sam
to
solace
himself
in
the
tap
,
suffered
himself
to
be
conducted
into
the
presence
of
Mr
.
Lowten
.
At
the
announcement
of
‘
A
gentleman
to
speak
to
you
,
Sir
,
’
a
puffy
-
faced
young
man
,
who
filled
the
chair
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
looked
with
some
surprise
in
the
direction
from
whence
the
voice
proceeded
;
and
the
surprise
seemed
to
be
by
no
means
diminished
,
when
his
eyes
rested
on
an
individual
whom
he
had
never
seen
before
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
and
I
am
very
sorry
to
disturb
the
other
gentlemen
,
too
,
but
I
come
on
very
particular
business
;
and
if
you
will
suffer
me
to
detain
you
at
this
end
of
the
room
for
five
minutes
,
I
shall
be
very
much
obliged
to
you
.
’
The
puffy
-
faced
young
man
rose
,
and
drawing
a
chair
close
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
an
obscure
corner
of
the
room
,
listened
attentively
to
his
tale
of
woe
.
‘
Ah
,
‘
he
said
,
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
concluded
,
‘
Dodson
and
Fogg
—
sharp
practice
theirs
—
capital
men
of
business
,
Dodson
and
Fogg
,
sir
.
’
