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‘
Well
,
’
interposed
Perker
,
‘
is
that
all
?
’
‘
It
is
all
summed
up
in
that
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
they
are
mean
,
rascally
,
pettifogging
robbers
.
’
‘
There
!
’
said
Perker
,
in
a
most
conciliatory
tone
.
‘
My
dear
sirs
,
he
has
said
all
he
has
to
say
.
Now
pray
go
.
Lowten
,
is
that
door
open
?
’
Mr
.
Lowten
,
with
a
distant
giggle
,
replied
in
the
affirmative
.
‘
There
,
there
—
good
-
morning
—
good
-
morning
—
now
pray
,
my
dear
sirs
—
Mr
.
Lowten
,
the
door
!
’
cried
the
little
man
,
pushing
Dodson
&
Fogg
,
nothing
loath
,
out
of
the
office
;
‘
this
way
,
my
dear
sirs
—
now
pray
don
’
t
prolong
this
—
Dear
me
—
Mr
.
Lowten
—
the
door
,
sir
—
why
don
’
t
you
attend
?
’
‘
If
there
’
s
law
in
England
,
sir
,
’
said
Dodson
,
looking
towards
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
he
put
on
his
hat
,
‘
you
shall
smart
for
this
.
’
‘
You
are
a
couple
of
mean
—
’
‘
Remember
,
sir
,
you
pay
dearly
for
this
,
’
said
Fogg
.
‘
—
Rascally
,
pettifogging
robbers
!
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
taking
not
the
least
notice
of
the
threats
that
were
addressed
to
him
.
