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‘
Very
likely
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
replied
Perker
;
‘
very
likely
and
very
natural
.
Nothing
more
so
,
my
dear
Sir
,
nothing
.
But
who
’
s
to
prove
it
?
’
‘
They
have
subpoenaed
my
servant
,
too
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
quitting
the
other
point
;
for
there
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
question
had
somewhat
staggered
him
.
‘
Sam
?
’
said
Perker
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
replied
in
the
affirmative
.
‘
Of
course
,
my
dear
Sir
;
of
course
.
I
knew
they
would
.
I
could
have
told
you
that
,
a
month
ago
.
You
know
,
my
dear
Sir
,
if
you
WILL
take
the
management
of
your
affairs
into
your
own
hands
after
entrusting
them
to
your
solicitor
,
you
must
also
take
the
consequences
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Perker
drew
himself
up
with
conscious
dignity
,
and
brushed
some
stray
grains
of
snuff
from
his
shirt
frill
.
‘
And
what
do
they
want
him
to
prove
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
two
or
three
minutes
’
silence
.
‘
That
you
sent
him
up
to
the
plaintiff
‘
s
to
make
some
offer
of
a
compromise
,
I
suppose
,
’
replied
Perker
.
‘
It
don
’
t
matter
much
,
though
;
I
don
’
t
think
many
counsel
could
get
a
great
deal
out
of
HIM
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
think
they
could
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
smiling
,
despite
his
vexation
,
at
the
idea
of
Sam
’
s
appearance
as
a
witness
.
‘
What
course
do
we
pursue
?
’
‘
We
have
only
one
to
adopt
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
replied
Perker
;
‘
cross
-
examine
the
witnesses
;
trust
to
Snubbin
’
s
eloquence
;
throw
dust
in
the
eyes
of
the
judge
;
throw
ourselves
on
the
jury
.
’
