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

           

           ‘True,’saidDodson,‘IdaresayyouhavebeenannoyedintheFleet;therearesomeoddgentrythere.Whereaboutswereyourapartments,Mr.Pickwick?’

           ‘Myoneroom,’repliedthatmuch-injuredgentleman,‘wasonthecoffee-roomflight.’

           ‘Oh,indeed!’saidDodson.‘Ibelievethatisaverypleasantpartoftheestablishment.’

           ‘Very,‘repliedMr.Pickwickdrily.

           Therewasacoolnessaboutallthis,which,toagentlemanofanexcitabletemperament,had,underthecircumstances,ratheranexasperatingtendency.Mr.Pickwickrestrainedhiswrathbygiganticefforts;butwhenPerkerwroteachequeforthewholeamount,andFoggdepositeditinasmallpocket-book,withatriumphantsmileplayingoverhispimplyfeatures,whichcommunicateditselflikewisetothesterncountenanceofDodson,hefeltthebloodinhischeekstinglingwithindignation.

           ‘Now,Mr.Dodson,’saidFogg,puttingupthepocket-bookanddrawingonhisgloves,‘Iamatyourservice.’

           ‘Verygood,’saidDodson,rising;‘Iamquiteready.’

           ‘Iamveryhappy,’saidFogg,softenedbythecheque,‘tohavehadthepleasureofmakingMr.Pickwick’sacquaintance.Ihopeyoudon’tthinkquitesoillofus,Mr.Pickwick,aswhenwefirsthadthepleasureofseeingyou.’

           ‘Ihopenot,’saidDodson,withthehightoneofcalumniatedvirtue.‘Mr.

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