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Mr
.
Pickwick
expressed
the
pleasure
it
would
afford
him
to
meet
the
medical
fellows
;
and
after
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
had
informed
him
that
he
meant
to
be
very
cosy
,
and
that
his
friend
Ben
was
to
be
one
of
the
party
,
they
shook
hands
and
separated
.
We
feel
that
in
this
place
we
lay
ourself
open
to
the
inquiry
whether
Mr
.
Winkle
was
whispering
,
during
this
brief
conversation
,
to
Arabella
Allen
;
and
if
so
,
what
he
said
;
and
furthermore
,
whether
Mr
.
Snodgrass
was
conversing
apart
with
Emily
Wardle
;
and
if
so
,
what
HE
said
.
To
this
,
we
reply
,
that
whatever
they
might
have
said
to
the
ladies
,
they
said
nothing
at
all
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
or
Mr
.
Tupman
for
eight
-
and
-
twenty
miles
,
and
that
they
sighed
very
often
,
refused
ale
and
brandy
,
and
looked
gloomy
.
If
our
observant
lady
readers
can
deduce
any
satisfactory
inferences
from
these
facts
,
we
beg
them
by
all
means
to
do
so
.
Scattered
about
,
in
various
holes
and
corners
of
the
Temple
,
are
certain
dark
and
dirty
chambers
,
in
and
out
of
which
,
all
the
morning
in
vacation
,
and
half
the
evening
too
in
term
time
,
there
may
be
seen
constantly
hurrying
with
bundles
of
papers
under
their
arms
,
and
protruding
from
their
pockets
,
an
almost
uninterrupted
succession
of
lawyers
’
clerks
.
There
are
several
grades
of
lawyers
’
clerks
.
There
is
the
articled
clerk
,
who
has
paid
a
premium
,
and
is
an
attorney
in
perspective
,
who
runs
a
tailor
’
s
bill
,
receives
invitations
to
parties
,
knows
a
family
in
Gower
Street
,
and
another
in
Tavistock
Square
;
who
goes
out
of
town
every
long
vacation
to
see
his
father
,
who
keeps
live
horses
innumerable
;
and
who
is
,
in
short
,
the
very
aristocrat
of
clerks
.
There
is
the
salaried
clerk
—
out
of
door
,
or
in
door
,
as
the
case
may
be
—
who
devotes
the
major
part
of
his
thirty
shillings
a
week
to
his
Personal
pleasure
and
adornments
,
repairs
half
-
price
to
the
Adelphi
Theatre
at
least
three
times
a
week
,
dissipates
majestically
at
the
cider
cellars
afterwards
,
and
is
a
dirty
caricature
of
the
fashion
which
expired
six
months
ago
.
There
is
the
middle
-
aged
copying
clerk
,
with
a
large
family
,
who
is
always
shabby
,
and
often
drunk
.
And
there
are
the
office
lads
in
their
first
surtouts
,
who
feel
a
befitting
contempt
for
boys
at
day
-
schools
,
club
as
they
go
home
at
night
,
for
saveloys
and
porter
,
and
think
there
’
s
nothing
like
‘
life
.
’
There
are
varieties
of
the
genus
,
too
numerous
to
recapitulate
,
but
however
numerous
they
may
be
,
they
are
all
to
be
seen
,
at
certain
regulated
business
hours
,
hurrying
to
and
from
the
places
we
have
just
mentioned
.
These
sequestered
nooks
are
the
public
offices
of
the
legal
profession
,
where
writs
are
issued
,
judgments
signed
,
declarations
filed
,
and
numerous
other
ingenious
machines
put
in
motion
for
the
torture
and
torment
of
His
Majesty
’
s
liege
subjects
,
and
the
comfort
and
emolument
of
the
practitioners
of
the
law
.
They
are
,
for
the
most
part
,
low
-
roofed
,
mouldy
rooms
,
where
innumerable
rolls
of
parchment
,
which
have
been
perspiring
in
secret
for
the
last
century
,
send
forth
an
agreeable
odour
,
which
is
mingled
by
day
with
the
scent
of
the
dry
-
rot
,
and
by
night
with
the
various
exhalations
which
arise
from
damp
cloaks
,
festering
umbrellas
,
and
the
coarsest
tallow
candles
.
About
half
-
past
seven
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
,
some
ten
days
or
a
fortnight
after
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
returned
to
London
,
there
hurried
into
one
of
these
offices
,
an
individual
in
a
brown
coat
and
brass
buttons
,
whose
long
hair
was
scrupulously
twisted
round
the
rim
of
his
napless
hat
,
and
whose
soiled
drab
trousers
were
so
tightly
strapped
over
his
Blucher
boots
,
that
his
knees
threatened
every
moment
to
start
from
their
concealment
.
He
produced
from
his
coat
pockets
a
long
and
narrow
strip
of
parchment
,
on
which
the
presiding
functionary
impressed
an
illegible
black
stamp
.
He
then
drew
forth
four
scraps
of
paper
,
of
similar
dimensions
,
each
containing
a
printed
copy
of
the
strip
of
parchment
with
blanks
for
a
name
;
and
having
filled
up
the
blanks
,
put
all
the
five
documents
in
his
pocket
,
and
hurried
away
.
The
man
in
the
brown
coat
,
with
the
cabalistic
documents
in
his
pocket
,
was
no
other
than
our
old
acquaintance
Mr
.
Jackson
,
of
the
house
of
Dodson
&
Fogg
,
Freeman
’
s
Court
,
Cornhill
.
Instead
of
returning
to
the
office
whence
he
came
,
however
,
he
bent
his
steps
direct
to
Sun
Court
,
and
walking
straight
into
the
George
and
Vulture
,
demanded
to
know
whether
one
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
within
.
‘
Call
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
servant
,
Tom
,
’
said
the
barmaid
of
the
George
and
Vulture
.
‘
Don
’
t
trouble
yourself
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jackson
.
‘
I
’
ve
come
on
business
.
If
you
’
ll
show
me
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
room
I
’
ll
step
up
myself
.
’
