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Comprising the final Exit of Mr. Jingle and Job Trotter, with a great Morning of business in Gray’s

           

           ‘Hark!’saidPerker,‘that’soneofourvagabondfriendsJinglehimself,mydearSir.Willyouseehim?’

           ‘Whatdoyouthink?’inquiredMr.Pickwick,hesitating.

           ‘Yes,Ithinkyouhadbetter.Here,youSir,what’syourname,walkin,willyou?’

           Incompliancewiththisunceremoniousinvitation,JingleandJobwalkedintotheroom,but,seeingMr.Pickwick,stoppedshortinsomeconfusion.‘Well,’saidPerker,‘don’tyouknowthatgentleman?’

           ‘Goodreasonto,’repliedMr.Jingle,steppingforward.‘Mr.Pickwickdeepestobligationslifepreservermadeamanofmeyoushallneverrepentit,Sir.’

           ‘Iamhappytohearyousayso,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Youlookmuchbetter.’

           ‘Thankstoyou,sirgreatchangeMajesty’sFleetunwholesomeplacevery,’saidJingle,shakinghishead.Hewasdecentlyandcleanlydressed,andsowasJob,whostoodboltuprightbehindhim,staringatMr.Pickwickwithavisageofiron.

           ‘WhendotheygotoLiverpool?’inquiredMr.Pickwick,halfasidetoPerker.

           ‘Thisevening,Sir,atseveno’clock,’saidJob,takingonestepforward.‘Bytheheavycoachfromthecity,Sir.’

           ‘Areyourplacestaken?’

           ‘Theyare,sir,’repliedJob.

           ‘Youhavefullymadeupyourmindtogo?’

           ‘Ihavesir,’answeredJob.

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