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‘
What
a
bankrupt
he
’
d
make
,
Sir
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Lowten
,
who
was
standing
near
.
‘
How
he
would
bother
the
commissioners
!
He
’
d
set
’
em
at
defiance
if
they
talked
of
committing
him
,
Sir
.
’
The
attorney
did
not
appear
very
much
delighted
with
his
clerk
’
s
professional
estimate
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
character
,
for
he
walked
away
without
deigning
any
reply
.
The
hackney
-
coach
jolted
along
Fleet
Street
,
as
hackney
-
coaches
usually
do
.
The
horses
‘
went
better
’
,
the
driver
said
,
when
they
had
anything
before
them
(
they
must
have
gone
at
a
most
extraordinary
pace
when
there
was
nothing
)
,
and
so
the
vehicle
kept
behind
a
cart
;
when
the
cart
stopped
,
it
stopped
;
and
when
the
cart
went
on
again
,
it
did
the
same
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
sat
opposite
the
tipstaff
;
and
the
tipstaff
sat
with
his
hat
between
his
knees
,
whistling
a
tune
,
and
looking
out
of
the
coach
window
.
Time
performs
wonders
.
By
the
powerful
old
gentleman
’
s
aid
,
even
a
hackney
-
coach
gets
over
half
a
mile
of
ground
.
They
stopped
at
length
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
alighted
at
the
gate
of
the
Fleet
.
The
tipstaff
,
just
looking
over
his
shoulder
to
see
that
his
charge
was
following
close
at
his
heels
,
preceded
Mr
.
Pickwick
into
the
prison
;
turning
to
the
left
,
after
they
had
entered
,
they
passed
through
an
open
door
into
a
lobby
,
from
which
a
heavy
gate
,
opposite
to
that
by
which
they
had
entered
,
and
which
was
guarded
by
a
stout
turnkey
with
the
key
in
his
hand
,
led
at
once
into
the
interior
of
the
prison
.
Here
they
stopped
,
while
the
tipstaff
delivered
his
papers
;
and
here
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
apprised
that
he
would
remain
,
until
he
had
undergone
the
ceremony
,
known
to
the
initiated
as
‘
sitting
for
your
portrait
.
’
‘
Sitting
for
my
portrait
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Having
your
likeness
taken
,
sir
,
’
replied
the
stout
turnkey
.
‘
We
’
re
capital
hands
at
likenesses
here
.
Take
’
em
in
no
time
,
and
always
exact
.
Walk
in
,
sir
,
and
make
yourself
at
home
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
complied
with
the
invitation
,
and
sat
himself
down
;
when
Mr
.
Weller
,
who
stationed
himself
at
the
back
of
the
chair
,
whispered
that
the
sitting
was
merely
another
term
for
undergoing
an
inspection
by
the
different
turnkeys
,
in
order
that
they
might
know
prisoners
from
visitors
.
