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‘
Leave
the
house
!
’
said
Mr
.
Nupkins
,
waving
his
hand
emphatically
.
Jingle
smiled
,
and
moved
towards
the
door
.
‘
Stay
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Jingle
stopped
.
‘
I
might
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
have
taken
a
much
greater
revenge
for
the
treatment
I
have
experienced
at
your
hands
,
and
that
of
your
hypocritical
friend
there
.
’
Job
Trotter
bowed
with
great
politeness
,
and
laid
his
hand
upon
his
heart
.
‘
I
say
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
growing
gradually
angry
,
‘
that
I
might
have
taken
a
greater
revenge
,
but
I
content
myself
with
exposing
you
,
which
I
consider
a
duty
I
owe
to
society
.
This
is
a
leniency
,
Sir
,
which
I
hope
you
will
remember
.
’
When
Mr
.
Pickwick
arrived
at
this
point
,
Job
Trotter
,
with
facetious
gravity
,
applied
his
hand
to
his
ear
,
as
if
desirous
not
to
lose
a
syllable
he
uttered
.
‘
And
I
have
only
to
add
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
now
thoroughly
angry
,
‘
that
I
consider
you
a
rascal
,
and
a
—
a
—
ruffian
—
and
—
and
worse
than
any
man
I
ever
saw
,
or
heard
of
,
except
that
pious
and
sanctified
vagabond
in
the
mulberry
livery
.
’
‘
Ha
!
ha
!
’
said
Jingle
,
‘
good
fellow
,
Pickwick
—
fine
heart
—
stout
old
boy
—
but
must
NOT
be
passionate
—
bad
thing
,
very
—
bye
,
bye
—
see
you
again
some
day
—
keep
up
your
spirits
—
now
,
Job
—
trot
!
’
With
these
words
,
Mr
.
Jingle
stuck
on
his
hat
in
his
old
fashion
,
and
strode
out
of
the
room
.
Job
Trotter
paused
,
looked
round
,
smiled
and
then
with
a
bow
of
mock
solemnity
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
a
wink
to
Mr
.
Weller
,
the
audacious
slyness
of
which
baffles
all
description
,
followed
the
footsteps
of
his
hopeful
master
.
