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Mr
.
Pickwick
admitted
the
sharp
practice
of
Dodson
and
Fogg
,
and
Lowten
resumed
.
‘
Perker
ain
’
t
in
town
,
and
he
won
’
t
be
,
neither
,
before
the
end
of
next
week
;
but
if
you
want
the
action
defended
,
and
will
leave
the
copy
with
me
,
I
can
do
all
that
’
s
needful
till
he
comes
back
.
’
‘
That
’
s
exactly
what
I
came
here
for
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
handing
over
the
document
.
‘
If
anything
particular
occurs
,
you
can
write
to
me
at
the
post
-
office
,
Ipswich
.
’
‘
That
’
s
all
right
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
clerk
;
and
then
seeing
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
eye
wandering
curiously
towards
the
table
,
he
added
,
‘
will
you
join
us
,
for
half
an
hour
or
so
?
We
are
capital
company
here
to
-
night
.
There
’
s
Samkin
and
Green
’
s
managing
-
clerk
,
and
Smithers
and
Price
’
s
chancery
,
and
Pimkin
and
Thomas
’
s
out
o
’
doors
—
sings
a
capital
song
,
he
does
—
and
Jack
Bamber
,
and
ever
so
many
more
.
You
’
re
come
out
of
the
country
,
I
suppose
.
Would
you
like
to
join
us
?
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
not
resist
so
tempting
an
opportunity
of
studying
human
nature
.
He
suffered
himself
to
be
led
to
the
table
,
where
,
after
having
been
introduced
to
the
company
in
due
form
,
he
was
accommodated
with
a
seat
near
the
chairman
and
called
for
a
glass
of
his
favourite
beverage
.
A
profound
silence
,
quite
contrary
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
expectation
,
succeeded
.
‘
You
don
’
t
find
this
sort
of
thing
disagreeable
,
I
hope
,
sir
?
’
said
his
right
hand
neighbour
,
a
gentleman
in
a
checked
shirt
and
Mosaic
studs
,
with
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
.
‘
Not
in
the
least
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
I
like
it
very
much
,
although
I
am
no
smoker
myself
.
’
‘
I
should
be
very
sorry
to
say
I
wasn
’
t
,
’
interposed
another
gentleman
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
table
.
‘
It
’
s
board
and
lodgings
to
me
,
is
smoke
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
glanced
at
the
speaker
,
and
thought
that
if
it
were
washing
too
,
it
would
be
all
the
better
.
Here
there
was
another
pause
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
a
stranger
,
and
his
coming
had
evidently
cast
a
damp
upon
the
party
.
