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At
the
conclusion
of
this
address
,
Mr
.
Weller
brushed
his
hat
with
his
right
elbow
,
and
nodded
benignly
to
Jinks
,
who
had
heard
him
throughout
with
unspeakable
awe
.
‘
Who
is
this
man
,
Grummer
?
’
said
the
magistrate
,
.
‘
Wery
desp
’
rate
ch
’
racter
,
your
Wash
-
up
,
’
replied
Grummer
.
‘
He
attempted
to
rescue
the
prisoners
,
and
assaulted
the
officers
;
so
we
took
him
into
custody
,
and
brought
him
here
.
’
‘
You
did
quite
right
,
’
replied
the
magistrate
.
‘
He
is
evidently
a
desperate
ruffian
.
’
‘
He
is
my
servant
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
angrily
.
‘
Oh
!
he
is
your
servant
,
is
he
?
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
‘
A
conspiracy
to
defeat
the
ends
of
justice
,
and
murder
its
officers
.
Pickwick
’
s
servant
.
Put
that
down
,
Mr
.
Jinks
.
’
Mr
.
Jinks
did
so
.
‘
What
’
s
your
name
,
fellow
?
’
thundered
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
‘
Veller
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
A
very
good
name
for
the
Newgate
Calendar
,
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
