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‘
Don
’
t
bother
the
woman
,
’
said
the
turnkey
to
Weller
;
‘
she
’
s
just
come
in
.
’
‘
A
prisoner
!
’
said
Sam
,
quickly
replacing
his
hat
.
‘
Who
’
s
the
plaintives
?
What
for
?
Speak
up
,
old
feller
.
’
‘
Dodson
and
Fogg
,
’
replied
the
man
;
‘
execution
on
COGNOVIT
for
costs
.
’
‘
Here
,
Job
,
Job
!
’
shouted
Sam
,
dashing
into
the
passage
.
‘
Run
to
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
,
Job
.
I
want
him
directly
.
I
see
some
good
in
this
.
Here
’
s
a
game
.
Hooray
!
vere
’
s
the
gov
’
nor
?
’
But
there
was
no
reply
to
these
inquiries
,
for
Job
had
started
furiously
off
,
the
instant
he
received
his
commission
,
and
Mrs
.
Bardell
had
fainted
in
real
downright
earnest
.
Job
Trotter
,
abating
nothing
of
his
speed
,
ran
up
Holborn
,
sometimes
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
sometimes
on
the
pavement
,
sometimes
in
the
gutter
,
as
the
chances
of
getting
along
varied
with
the
press
of
men
,
women
,
children
,
and
coaches
,
in
each
division
of
the
thoroughfare
,
and
,
regardless
of
all
obstacles
stopped
not
for
an
instant
until
he
reached
the
gate
of
Gray
’
s
Inn
.
Notwithstanding
all
the
expedition
he
had
used
,
however
,
the
gate
had
been
closed
a
good
half
-
hour
when
he
reached
it
,
and
by
the
time
he
had
discovered
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
laundress
,
who
lived
with
a
married
daughter
,
who
had
bestowed
her
hand
upon
a
non
-
resident
waiter
,
who
occupied
the
one
-
pair
of
some
number
in
some
street
closely
adjoining
to
some
brewery
somewhere
behind
Gray
’
s
Inn
Lane
,
it
was
within
fifteen
minutes
of
closing
the
prison
for
the
night
.
Mr
.
Lowten
had
still
to
be
ferreted
out
from
the
back
parlour
of
the
Magpie
and
Stump
;
and
Job
had
scarcely
accomplished
this
object
,
and
communicated
Sam
Weller
’
s
message
,
when
the
clock
struck
ten
.
‘
There
,
’
said
Lowten
,
‘
it
’
s
too
late
now
.
You
can
’
t
get
in
to
-
night
;
you
’
ve
got
the
key
of
the
street
,
my
friend
.
’
‘
Never
mind
me
,
’
replied
Job
.
‘
I
can
sleep
anywhere
.
But
won
’
t
it
be
better
to
see
Mr
.
Perker
to
-
night
,
so
that
we
may
be
there
,
the
first
thing
in
the
morning
?
’
‘
Why
,
’
responded
Lowten
,
after
a
little
consideration
,
‘
if
it
was
in
anybody
else
’
s
case
,
Perker
wouldn
’
t
be
best
pleased
at
my
going
up
to
his
house
;
but
as
it
’
s
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
,
I
think
I
may
venture
to
take
a
cab
and
charge
it
to
the
office
.
’
Deciding
on
this
line
of
conduct
,
Mr
.
Lowten
took
up
his
hat
,
and
begging
the
assembled
company
to
appoint
a
deputy
-
chairman
during
his
temporary
absence
,
led
the
way
to
the
nearest
coach
-
stand
.
Summoning
the
cab
of
most
promising
appearance
,
he
directed
the
driver
to
repair
to
Montague
Place
,
Russell
Square
.
