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‘
Through
the
court
—
Portugal
Street
—
the
Court
for
Relief
of
—
You
know
.
’
‘
Oh
,
no
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
,
I
am
not
.
’
‘
Going
out
,
perhaps
?
’
suggested
Mr
.
Mivins
.
‘
I
fear
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
refuse
to
pay
some
damages
,
and
am
here
in
consequence
.
’
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Mr
.
Smangle
,
‘
paper
has
been
my
ruin
.
’
‘
A
stationer
,
I
presume
,
Sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
innocently
.
‘
Stationer
!
No
,
no
;
confound
and
curse
me
!
Not
so
low
as
that
.
No
trade
.
When
I
say
paper
,
I
mean
bills
.
’
‘
Oh
,
you
use
the
word
in
that
sense
.
I
see
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Damme
!
A
gentleman
must
expect
reverses
,
’
said
Smangle
.
‘
What
of
that
?
Here
am
I
in
the
Fleet
Prison
.
Well
;
good
.
What
then
?
I
’
m
none
the
worse
for
that
,
am
I
?
’
‘
Not
a
bit
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Mivins
.
And
he
was
quite
right
;
for
,
so
far
from
Mr
.
Smangle
being
any
the
worse
for
it
,
he
was
something
the
better
,
inasmuch
as
to
qualify
himself
for
the
place
,
he
had
attained
gratuitous
possession
of
certain
articles
of
jewellery
,
which
,
long
before
that
,
had
found
their
way
to
the
pawnbroker
’
s
.
