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‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
said
the
lame
man
.
‘
The
gentleman
took
my
card
.
I
hope
you
will
employ
me
,
sir
.
The
gentleman
nodded
to
me
.
I
’
ll
be
judged
by
the
gentleman
himself
.
You
nodded
to
me
,
sir
?
’
‘
Pooh
,
pooh
,
nonsense
.
You
didn
’
t
nod
to
anybody
,
Pickwick
?
A
mistake
,
a
mistake
,
’
said
Perker
.
‘
The
gentleman
handed
me
his
card
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
producing
it
from
his
waistcoat
pocket
.
‘
I
accepted
it
,
as
the
gentleman
seemed
to
wish
it
—
in
fact
I
had
some
curiosity
to
look
at
it
when
I
should
be
at
leisure
.
I
—
’
The
little
attorney
burst
into
a
loud
laugh
,
and
returning
the
card
to
the
lame
man
,
informing
him
it
was
all
a
mistake
,
whispered
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
as
the
man
turned
away
in
dudgeon
,
that
he
was
only
a
bail
.
‘
A
what
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
A
bail
,
’
replied
Perker
.
‘
A
bail
!
’
‘
Yes
,
my
dear
sir
—
half
a
dozen
of
’
em
here
.
Bail
you
to
any
amount
,
and
only
charge
half
a
crown
.
Curious
trade
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
said
Perker
,
regaling
himself
with
a
pinch
of
snuff
.
‘
What
!
Am
I
to
understand
that
these
men
earn
a
livelihood
by
waiting
about
here
,
to
perjure
themselves
before
the
judges
of
the
land
,
at
the
rate
of
half
a
crown
a
crime
?
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
quite
aghast
at
the
disclosure
.
‘
Why
,
I
don
’
t
exactly
know
about
perjury
,
my
dear
sir
,
’
replied
the
little
gentleman
.
‘
Harsh
word
,
my
dear
sir
,
very
harsh
word
indeed
.
It
’
s
a
legal
fiction
,
my
dear
sir
,
nothing
more
.
’
Saying
which
,
the
attorney
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
smiled
,
took
a
second
pinch
of
snuff
,
and
led
the
way
into
the
office
of
the
judge
’
s
clerk
.
This
was
a
room
of
specially
dirty
appearance
,
with
a
very
low
ceiling
and
old
panelled
walls
;
and
so
badly
lighted
,
that
although
it
was
broad
day
outside
,
great
tallow
candles
were
burning
on
the
desks
.
At
one
end
,
was
a
door
leading
to
the
judge
’
s
private
apartment
,
round
which
were
congregated
a
crowd
of
attorneys
and
managing
clerks
,
who
were
called
in
,
in
the
order
in
which
their
respective
appointments
stood
upon
the
file
.
