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

           Pickwick,hetookhisfriendgentlybythearm,andledhimaway.

           ‘Aworthycouple!’saidPerker,asthedoorclosedbehindthem.

           ‘Ihopetheymaybecomeso,’repliedMr.Pickwick.‘Whatdoyouthink?Isthereanychanceoftheirpermanentreformation?’

           Perkershruggedhisshouldersdoubtfully,butobservingMr.Pickwick’sanxiousanddisappointedlook,rejoined

           ‘Ofcoursethereisachance.Ihopeitmayproveagoodone.Theyareunquestionablypenitentnow;butthen,youknow,theyhavetherecollectionofveryrecentsufferingfreshuponthem.Whattheymaybecome,whenthatfadesaway,isaproblemthatneitheryounorIcansolve.However,mydearSir,’addedPerker,layinghishandonMr.Pickwick’sshoulder,‘yourobjectisequallyhonourable,whatevertheresultis.Whetherthatspeciesofbenevolencewhichissoverycautiousandlong-sightedthatitisseldomexercisedatall,lestitsownershouldbeimposedupon,andsowoundedinhisself-love,berealcharityoraworldlycounterfeit,Ileavetowiserheadsthanminetodetermine.Butifthosetwofellowsweretocommitaburglaryto-morrow,myopinionofthisactionwouldbeequallyhigh.’

           Withtheseremarks,whichweredeliveredinamuchmoreanimatedandearnestmannerthanisusualinlegalgentlemen,Perkerdrewhischairtohisdesk,andlistenedtoMr.Pickwick’srecitalofoldMr.Winkle’sobstinacy.

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