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

           Pickwicknowknowsusbetter,Itrust;whateveryouropinionofgentlemenofourprofessionmaybe,Ibegtoassureyou,sir,thatIbearnoill-willorvindictivefeelingtowardsyouforthesentimentsyouthoughtpropertoexpressinourofficeinFreeman’sCourt,Cornhill,ontheoccasiontowhichmypartnerhasreferred.’

           ‘Oh,no,no;norI,’saidFogg,inamostforgivingmanner.

           ‘Ourconduct,Sir,’saidDodson,‘willspeakforitself,andjustifyitself,Ihope,uponeveryoccasion.Wehavebeenintheprofessionsomeyears,Mr.Pickwick,andhavebeenhonouredwiththeconfidenceofmanyexcellentclients.Iwishyougood-morning,Sir.’

           ‘Good-morning,Mr.Pickwick,’saidFogg.Sosaying,heputhisumbrellaunderhisarm,drewoffhisrightglove,andextendedthehandofreconciliationtothatmostindignantgentleman;who,thereupon,thrusthishandsbeneathhiscoattails,andeyedtheattorneywithlooksofscornfulamazement.

           ‘Lowten!’criedPerker,atthismoment.‘Openthedoor.’

           ‘Waitoneinstant,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Perker,IWILLspeak.’

           ‘MydearSir,prayletthematterrestwhereitis,’saidthelittleattorney,whohadbeeninastateofnervousapprehensionduringthewholeinterview;‘Mr.Pickwick,Ibeg

           ‘Iwillnotbeputdown,Sir,’repliedMr.Pickwickhastily.‘Mr.Dodson,youhaveaddressedsomeremarkstome.

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