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It
was
an
uncarpeted
room
of
tolerable
dimensions
,
with
a
large
writing
-
table
drawn
up
near
the
fire
,
the
baize
top
of
which
had
long
since
lost
all
claim
to
its
original
hue
of
green
,
and
had
gradually
grown
gray
with
dust
and
age
,
except
where
all
traces
of
its
natural
colour
were
obliterated
by
ink
-
stains
.
Upon
the
table
were
numerous
little
bundles
of
papers
tied
with
red
tape
;
and
behind
it
,
sat
an
elderly
clerk
,
whose
sleek
appearance
and
heavy
gold
watch
-
chain
presented
imposing
indications
of
the
extensive
and
lucrative
practice
of
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbin
.
‘
Is
the
Serjeant
in
his
room
,
Mr
.
Mallard
?
’
inquired
Perker
,
offering
his
box
with
all
imaginable
courtesy
.
‘
Yes
,
he
is
,
’
was
the
reply
,
‘
but
he
’
s
very
busy
.
Look
here
;
not
an
opinion
given
yet
,
on
any
one
of
these
cases
;
and
an
expedition
fee
paid
with
all
of
’
em
.
’
The
clerk
smiled
as
he
said
this
,
and
inhaled
the
pinch
of
snuff
with
a
zest
which
seemed
to
be
compounded
of
a
fondness
for
snuff
and
a
relish
for
fees
.
‘
Something
like
practice
that
,
’
said
Perker
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
barrister
’
s
clerk
,
producing
his
own
box
,
and
offering
it
with
the
greatest
cordiality
;
‘
and
the
best
of
it
is
,
that
as
nobody
alive
except
myself
can
read
the
serjeant
’
s
writing
,
they
are
obliged
to
wait
for
the
opinions
,
when
he
has
given
them
,
till
I
have
copied
’
em
,
ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
’
‘
Which
makes
good
for
we
know
who
,
besides
the
serjeant
,
and
draws
a
little
more
out
of
the
clients
,
eh
?
’
said
Perker
;
‘
ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
’
At
this
the
serjeant
’
s
clerk
laughed
again
—
not
a
noisy
boisterous
laugh
,
but
a
silent
,
internal
chuckle
,
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
disliked
to
hear
.
When
a
man
bleeds
inwardly
,
it
is
a
dangerous
thing
for
himself
;
but
when
he
laughs
inwardly
,
it
bodes
no
good
to
other
people
.
‘
You
haven
’
t
made
me
out
that
little
list
of
the
fees
that
I
’
m
in
your
debt
,
have
you
?
’
said
Perker
.
‘
No
,
I
have
not
,
’
replied
the
clerk
.
‘
I
wish
you
would
,
’
said
Perker
.
‘
Let
me
have
them
,
and
I
’
ll
send
you
a
cheque
.
But
I
suppose
you
’
re
too
busy
pocketing
the
ready
money
,
to
think
of
the
debtors
,
eh
?
ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
’
This
sally
seemed
to
tickle
the
clerk
amazingly
,
and
he
once
more
enjoyed
a
little
quiet
laugh
to
himself
.
