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

           Perkerhassaid,thatIaminnocentofthefalsehoodlaidtomycharge;andalthoughIamverywellawareoftheinestimablevalueofyourassistance,Sir,Imustbegtoadd,thatunlessyousincerelybelievethis,Iwouldratherbedeprivedoftheaidofyourtalentsthanhavetheadvantageofthem.’

           Longbeforethecloseofthisaddress,whichweareboundtosaywasofaveryprosycharacterforMr.Pickwick,theSerjeanthadrelapsedintoastateofabstraction.Aftersomeminutes,however,duringwhichhehadreassumedhispen,heappearedtobeagainawareofthepresenceofhisclients;raisinghisheadfromthepaper,hesaid,rathersnappishly

           ‘Whoiswithmeinthiscase?’

           ‘Mr.Phunky,SerjeantSnubbin,’repliedtheattorney.

           ‘PhunkyPhunky,’saidtheSerjeant,‘Ineverheardthenamebefore.Hemustbeaveryyoungman.’

           ‘Yes,heisaveryyoungman,’repliedtheattorney.‘Hewasonlycalledtheotherday.LetmeseehehasnotbeenattheBareightyearsyet.’

           ‘Ah,Ithoughtnot,’saidtheSerjeant,inthatsortofpityingtoneinwhichordinaryfolkswouldspeakofaveryhelplesslittlechild.‘Mr.Mallard,sendroundtoMr.Mr.—’‘Phunky’sHolbornCourt,Gray’sInn,’interposedPerker.(HolbornCourt,bythebye,isSouthSquarenow.)‘Mr.Phunky,andsayIshouldbegladifhe’dstephere,amoment.’

           Mr.

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