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I don't know just what would have happened if Uncle Peter hadn't broken in on the interview with his crustiest chips on both shoulders and so much excitement bottled up that he had to let it fly like a double reporter. "Dodson is down at the Hotel looking for you, James," he began as he hurried up the steps.
'True, said Dodson, 'I dare say you have been annoyed in the Fleet; there are some odd gentry there. Whereabouts were your apartments, Mr. Pickwick? 'My one room, replied that much-injured gentleman, 'was on the coffee-room flight. 'Oh, indeed! said Dodson. 'I believe that is a very pleasant part of the establishment. 'Very,'replied Mr. Pickwick drily.
'Ah! won't there! replied Mrs. Sanders. 'And won't Mr. Dodson and Fogg be wild if the plaintiff shouldn't get it? added Mrs. Cluppins, 'when they do it all on speculation! 'Ah! won't they! said Mrs. Sanders. 'But the plaintiff must get it, resumed Mrs. Cluppins. 'I hope so, said Mrs. Bardell. 'Oh, there can't be any doubt about it, rejoined Mrs. Sanders.
Pickwick good-night, the chambermaid retired, and left him alone. Mr. Pickwick sat himself down in a chair before the fire, and fell into a train of rambling meditations. First he thought of his friends, and wondered when they would join him; then his mind reverted to Mrs. Martha Bardell; and from that lady it wandered, by a natural process, to the dingy counting-house of Dodson & Fogg.
It was not long after this that Bert had an experience with the law not less memorable. In an adjoining street, there lived a family by the name of Dodson, that possessed a very large, old, and cross Newfoundland dog, which had, by its frequent exhibitions of ill-temper, become quite a nuisance to the neighbourhood.
Raddle again put his foot into it by making an unfortunate remark which upset Mrs. Bardell and caused him to be summarily sent to a table by himself to finish his tea alone. Mrs. Bardell had just recovered from her fainting fit when the ladies observed a hackney coach stop at the garden gate. Out of it stepped Mr. Jackson of Dodson and Fogg, who, coming up to the party, informed Mrs.
'I hope not, said Dodson, with the high tone of calumniated virtue. 'Mr.
Then there was poor Jacob Dodson, the half-witted boy, who ambled about cheerfully, undertaking messages and little helpful odds and ends for every one, which, however, poor Jacob managed always hopelessly to imbrangle. Everything came to pieces in his hands, and nothing would stop in his head. They nicknamed him Jacob Doodle-calf.
Some of the pupils danced very prettily, others affectedly, and others cleverly, but the dances were of a kicking, romping nature that required much practice and skill to perform gracefully. After all had taken part, Professor Dodson turned politely to Patty, and invited her, if she would, to dance also. "Oh, I couldn't, thank you," she answered "I don't know any of these flings.
While the fireman was lowering the feeding hose, Bob Tidball, "Shark" Dodson and a quarter-bred Creek Indian called John Big Dog climbed on the engine and showed the engineer three round orifices in pieces of ordnance that they carried. These orifices so impressed the engineer with their possibilities that he raised both hands in a gesture such as accompanies the ejaculation "Do tell!"
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