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‘
Some
remarks
to
me
,
’
repeated
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
almost
breathless
;
‘
and
your
partner
has
tendered
me
his
hand
,
and
you
have
both
assumed
a
tone
of
forgiveness
and
high
-
mindedness
,
which
is
an
extent
of
impudence
that
I
was
not
prepared
for
,
even
in
you
.
’
‘
What
,
sir
!
’
exclaimed
Dodson
.
‘
What
,
sir
!
’
reiterated
Fogg
.
‘
Do
you
know
that
I
have
been
the
victim
of
your
plots
and
conspiracies
?
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Do
you
know
that
I
am
the
man
whom
you
have
been
imprisoning
and
robbing
?
Do
you
know
that
you
were
the
attorneys
for
the
plaintiff
,
in
Bardell
and
Pickwick
?
’
‘
Yes
,
sir
,
we
do
know
it
,
’
replied
Dodson
.
‘
Of
course
we
know
it
,
Sir
,
’
rejoined
Fogg
,
slapping
his
pocket
—
perhaps
by
accident
.
‘
I
see
that
you
recollect
it
with
satisfaction
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
attempting
to
call
up
a
sneer
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
and
failing
most
signally
in
so
doing
.
‘
Although
I
have
long
been
anxious
to
tell
you
,
in
plain
terms
,
what
my
opinion
of
you
is
,
I
should
have
let
even
this
opportunity
pass
,
in
deference
to
my
friend
Perker
’
s
wishes
,
but
for
the
unwarrantable
tone
you
have
assumed
,
and
your
insolent
familiarity
.
I
say
insolent
familiarity
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
turning
upon
Fogg
with
a
fierceness
of
gesture
which
caused
that
person
to
retreat
towards
the
door
with
great
expedition
.
‘
Take
care
,
Sir
,
’
said
Dodson
,
who
,
though
he
was
the
biggest
man
of
the
party
,
had
prudently
entrenched
himself
behind
Fogg
,
and
was
speaking
over
his
head
with
a
very
pale
face
.
‘
Let
him
assault
you
,
Mr
.
Fogg
;
don
’
t
return
it
on
any
account
.
’
‘
No
,
no
,
I
won
’
t
return
it
,
’
said
Fogg
,
falling
back
a
little
more
as
he
spoke
;
to
the
evident
relief
of
his
partner
,
who
by
these
means
was
gradually
getting
into
the
outer
office
.
‘
You
are
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
resuming
the
thread
of
his
discourse
—
‘
you
are
a
well
-
matched
pair
of
mean
,
rascally
,
pettifogging
robbers
.
’
