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‘
I
knew
he
did
,
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
‘
I
saw
he
was
drunk
when
he
first
came
into
the
room
,
by
his
excited
eye
.
Did
you
observe
his
excited
eye
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
Sir
.
’
‘
I
haven
’
t
touched
a
drop
of
spirits
this
morning
,
’
said
the
man
,
who
was
as
sober
a
fellow
as
need
be
.
‘
How
dare
you
tell
me
a
falsehood
?
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
‘
Isn
’
t
he
drunk
at
this
moment
,
Mr
.
Jinks
?
’
‘
Certainly
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Jinks
.
‘
Mr
.
Jinks
,
’
said
the
magistrate
,
‘
I
shall
commit
that
man
for
contempt
.
Make
out
his
committal
,
Mr
.
Jinks
.
’
And
committed
the
special
would
have
been
,
only
Jinks
,
who
was
the
magistrate
’
s
adviser
(
having
had
a
legal
education
of
three
years
in
a
country
attorney
’
s
office
)
,
whispered
the
magistrate
that
he
thought
it
wouldn
’
t
do
;
so
the
magistrate
made
a
speech
,
and
said
,
that
in
consideration
of
the
special
’
s
family
,
he
would
merely
reprimand
and
discharge
him
.
Accordingly
,
the
special
was
abused
,
vehemently
,
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
and
sent
about
his
business
;
and
Grummer
,
Dubbley
,
Muzzle
,
and
all
the
other
specials
,
murmured
their
admiration
of
the
magnanimity
of
Mr
.
Nupkins
.
‘
Now
,
Mr
.
Jinks
,
’
said
the
magistrate
,
‘
swear
Grummer
.
’
Grummer
was
sworn
directly
;
but
as
Grummer
wandered
,
and
Mr
.
Nupkins
’
s
dinner
was
nearly
ready
,
Mr
.
Nupkins
cut
the
matter
short
,
by
putting
leading
questions
to
Grummer
,
which
Grummer
answered
as
nearly
in
the
affirmative
as
he
could
.
So
the
examination
went
off
,
all
very
smooth
and
comfortable
,
and
two
assaults
were
proved
against
Mr
.
Weller
,
and
a
threat
against
Mr
.
Winkle
,
and
a
push
against
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
When
all
this
was
done
to
the
magistrate
’
s
satisfaction
,
the
magistrate
and
Mr
.
Jinks
consulted
in
whispers
.
