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‘
Oh
,
it
’
s
worse
than
foolish
;
it
’
s
downright
sneaking
,
you
know
,
’
replied
Lowten
,
nibbing
the
pen
with
a
contemptuous
face
.
‘
He
says
that
he
’
s
the
only
friend
he
ever
had
,
and
he
’
s
attached
to
him
,
and
all
that
.
Friendship
’
s
a
very
good
thing
in
its
way
—
we
are
all
very
friendly
and
comfortable
at
the
Stump
,
for
instance
,
over
our
grog
,
where
every
man
pays
for
himself
;
but
damn
hurting
yourself
for
anybody
else
,
you
know
!
No
man
should
have
more
than
two
attachments
—
the
first
,
to
number
one
,
and
the
second
to
the
ladies
;
that
’
s
what
I
say
—
ha
!
ha
!
’
Mr
.
Lowten
concluded
with
a
loud
laugh
,
half
in
jocularity
,
and
half
in
derision
,
which
was
prematurely
cut
short
by
the
sound
of
Perker
’
s
footsteps
on
the
stairs
,
at
the
first
approach
of
which
,
he
vaulted
on
his
stool
with
an
agility
most
remarkable
,
and
wrote
intensely
.
The
greeting
between
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
professional
adviser
was
warm
and
cordial
;
the
client
was
scarcely
ensconced
in
the
attorney
’
s
arm
-
chair
,
however
,
when
a
knock
was
heard
at
the
door
,
and
a
voice
inquired
whether
Mr
.
Perker
was
within
.
‘
Hark
!
’
said
Perker
,
‘
that
’
s
one
of
our
vagabond
friends
—
Jingle
himself
,
my
dear
Sir
.
Will
you
see
him
?
’
‘
What
do
you
think
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
hesitating
.
‘
Yes
,
I
think
you
had
better
.
Here
,
you
Sir
,
what
’
s
your
name
,
walk
in
,
will
you
?
’
In
compliance
with
this
unceremonious
invitation
,
Jingle
and
Job
walked
into
the
room
,
but
,
seeing
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
stopped
short
in
some
confusion
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Perker
,
‘
don
’
t
you
know
that
gentleman
?
’
‘
Good
reason
to
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Jingle
,
stepping
forward
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
—
deepest
obligations
—
life
preserver
—
made
a
man
of
me
—
you
shall
never
repent
it
,
Sir
.
’
‘
I
am
happy
to
hear
you
say
so
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
You
look
much
better
.
’
‘
Thanks
to
you
,
sir
—
great
change
—
Majesty
’
s
Fleet
—
unwholesome
place
—
very
,
’
said
Jingle
,
shaking
his
head
.
He
was
decently
and
cleanly
dressed
,
and
so
was
Job
,
who
stood
bolt
upright
behind
him
,
staring
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
with
a
visage
of
iron
.
‘
When
do
they
go
to
Liverpool
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
half
aside
to
Perker
.
