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‘
Well
,
well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
who
had
been
bestowing
a
score
or
two
of
frowns
upon
Perker
,
to
stop
his
summary
of
benefits
conferred
,
which
the
little
attorney
obstinately
disregarded
,
‘
you
must
be
careful
not
to
play
any
more
desperate
cricket
matches
,
Mr
.
Jingle
,
or
to
renew
your
acquaintance
with
Sir
Thomas
Blazo
,
and
I
have
little
doubt
of
your
preserving
your
health
.
’
Mr
.
Jingle
smiled
at
this
sally
,
but
looked
rather
foolish
notwithstanding
;
so
Mr
.
Pickwick
changed
the
subject
by
saying
—
‘
You
don
’
t
happen
to
know
,
do
you
,
what
has
become
of
another
friend
of
yours
—
a
more
humble
one
,
whom
I
saw
at
Rochester
?
’
‘
Dismal
Jemmy
?
’
inquired
Jingle
.
‘
Yes
.
’
Jingle
shook
his
head
.
‘
Clever
rascal
—
queer
fellow
,
hoaxing
genius
—
Job
’
s
brother
.
’
‘
Job
’
s
brother
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Well
,
now
I
look
at
him
closely
,
there
IS
a
likeness
.
’
‘
We
were
always
considered
like
each
other
,
Sir
,
’
said
Job
,
with
a
cunning
look
just
lurking
in
the
corners
of
his
eyes
,
‘
only
I
was
really
of
a
serious
nature
,
and
he
never
was
.
He
emigrated
to
America
,
Sir
,
in
consequence
of
being
too
much
sought
after
here
,
to
be
comfortable
;
and
has
never
been
heard
of
since
.
’
