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As
the
little
man
concluded
,
he
took
an
emphatic
pinch
of
snuff
,
as
a
tribute
to
the
smartness
of
Messrs
.
Dodson
and
Fogg
.
‘
They
are
great
scoundrels
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Aye
,
aye
,
’
said
the
little
man
;
‘
that
’
s
a
matter
of
opinion
,
you
know
,
and
we
won
’
t
dispute
about
terms
;
because
of
course
you
can
’
t
be
expected
to
view
these
subjects
with
a
professional
eye
.
Well
,
we
’
ve
done
everything
that
’
s
necessary
.
I
have
retained
Serjeant
Snubbin
.
’
‘
Is
he
a
good
man
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Good
man
!
’
replied
Perker
;
‘
bless
your
heart
and
soul
,
my
dear
Sir
,
Serjeant
Snubbin
is
at
the
very
top
of
his
profession
.
Gets
treble
the
business
of
any
man
in
court
—
engaged
in
every
case
.
You
needn
’
t
mention
it
abroad
;
but
we
say
—
we
of
the
profession
—
that
Serjeant
Snubbin
leads
the
court
by
the
nose
.
’
The
little
man
took
another
pinch
of
snuff
as
he
made
this
communication
,
and
nodded
mysteriously
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
They
have
subpoenaed
my
three
friends
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Ah
!
of
course
they
would
,
’
replied
Perker
.
‘
Important
witnesses
;
saw
you
in
a
delicate
situation
.
’
‘
But
she
fainted
of
her
own
accord
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
She
threw
herself
into
my
arms
.
’
