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‘
But
,
Mr
.
Mallard
,
my
dear
friend
,
’
said
Perker
,
suddenly
recovering
his
gravity
,
and
drawing
the
great
man
’
s
great
man
into
a
Corner
,
by
the
lappel
of
his
coat
;
‘
you
must
persuade
the
Serjeant
to
see
me
,
and
my
client
here
.
’
‘
Come
,
come
,
’
said
the
clerk
,
‘
that
’
s
not
bad
either
.
See
the
Serjeant
!
come
,
that
’
s
too
absurd
.
’
Notwithstanding
the
absurdity
of
the
proposal
,
however
,
the
clerk
allowed
himself
to
be
gently
drawn
beyond
the
hearing
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
and
after
a
short
conversation
conducted
in
whispers
,
walked
softly
down
a
little
dark
passage
,
and
disappeared
into
the
legal
luminary
’
s
sanctum
,
whence
he
shortly
returned
on
tiptoe
,
and
informed
Mr
.
Perker
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
that
the
Serjeant
had
been
prevailed
upon
,
in
violation
of
all
established
rules
and
customs
,
to
admit
them
at
once
.
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbins
was
a
lantern
-
faced
,
sallow
-
complexioned
man
,
of
about
five
-
and
-
forty
,
or
—
as
the
novels
say
—
he
might
be
fifty
.
He
had
that
dull
-
looking
,
boiled
eye
which
is
often
to
be
seen
in
the
heads
of
people
who
have
applied
themselves
during
many
years
to
a
weary
and
laborious
course
of
study
;
and
which
would
have
been
sufficient
,
without
the
additional
eyeglass
which
dangled
from
a
broad
black
riband
round
his
neck
,
to
warn
a
stranger
that
he
was
very
near
-
sighted
.
His
hair
was
thin
and
weak
,
which
was
partly
attributable
to
his
having
never
devoted
much
time
to
its
arrangement
,
and
partly
to
his
having
worn
for
five
-
and
-
twenty
years
the
forensic
wig
which
hung
on
a
block
beside
him
.
The
marks
of
hairpowder
on
his
coat
-
collar
,
and
the
ill
-
washed
and
worse
tied
white
neckerchief
round
his
throat
,
showed
that
he
had
not
found
leisure
since
he
left
the
court
to
make
any
alteration
in
his
dress
;
while
the
slovenly
style
of
the
remainder
of
his
costume
warranted
the
inference
that
his
personal
appearance
would
not
have
been
very
much
improved
if
he
had
.
Books
of
practice
,
heaps
of
papers
,
and
opened
letters
,
were
scattered
over
the
table
,
without
any
attempt
at
order
or
arrangement
;
the
furniture
of
the
room
was
old
and
rickety
;
the
doors
of
the
book
-
case
were
rotting
in
their
hinges
;
the
dust
flew
out
from
the
carpet
in
little
clouds
at
every
step
;
the
blinds
were
yellow
with
age
and
dirt
;
the
state
of
everything
in
the
room
showed
,
with
a
clearness
not
to
be
mistaken
,
that
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbin
was
far
too
much
occupied
with
his
professional
pursuits
to
take
any
great
heed
or
regard
of
his
personal
comforts
.
The
Serjeant
was
writing
when
his
clients
entered
;
he
bowed
abstractedly
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
introduced
by
his
solicitor
;
and
then
,
motioning
them
to
a
seat
,
put
his
pen
carefully
in
the
inkstand
,
nursed
his
left
leg
,
and
waited
to
be
spoken
to
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
is
the
defendant
in
Bardell
and
Pickwick
,
Serjeant
Snubbin
,
’
said
Perker
.
‘
I
am
retained
in
that
,
am
I
?
’
said
the
Serjeant
.
‘
You
are
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Perker
.
The
Serjeant
nodded
his
head
,
and
waited
for
something
else
.
