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Which is all about the Law, and sundry Great Authorities learned therein

           Pickwick,hisindignationrisingwhilehespoke‘Isuppose,Sir,thatitistheintentionofyouremployerstoseektocriminatemeuponthetestimonyofmyownfriends?’

           Mr.Jacksonstruckhisforefingerseveraltimesagainsttheleftsideofhisnose,tointimatethathewasnottheretodisclosethesecretsoftheprisonhouse,andplayfullyrejoined

           ‘Notknowin’,can’tsay.’

           ‘Forwhatotherreason,Sir,’pursuedMr.Pickwick,‘arethesesubpoenasserveduponthem,ifnotforthis?’

           ‘Verygoodplant,Mr.Pickwick,’repliedJackson,slowlyshakinghishead.‘Butitwon’tdo.Noharmintrying,butthere’slittletobegotoutofme.’

           HereMr.Jacksonsmiledoncemoreuponthecompany,and,applyinghisleftthumbtothetipofhisnose,workedavisionarycoffee-millwithhisrighthand,therebyperformingaverygracefulpieceofpantomime(thenmuchinvogue,butnow,unhappily,almostobsolete)whichwasfamiliarlydenominated‘takingagrinder.’

           ‘No,no,Mr.Pickwick,’saidJackson,inconclusion;‘Perker’speoplemustguesswhatwe’veservedthesesubpoenasfor.Iftheycan’t,theymustwaittilltheactioncomeson,andthenthey’llfindout.’Mr.Pickwickbestowedalookofexcessivedisgustonhisunwelcomevisitor,andwouldprobablyhavehurledsometremendousanathemaattheheadsofMessrs.Dodson&Fogg,hadnotSam’sentranceattheinstantinterruptedhim.

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