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No important letter come in a parcel, is there? 'No, Sir, replied Lowten. 'This is a messenger from Mr. Pickwick, Sir. 'From Pickwick, eh? said the little man, turning quickly to Job. 'Well, what is it? 'Dodson and Fogg have taken Mrs. Bardell in execution for her costs, Sir, said Job. 'No! exclaimed Perker, putting his hands in his pockets, and reclining against the sideboard.
Then "comforting himself with this reflection, Mr. Lowten extricated the plug from the door key; having opened the door, re-plugged and re-pocketed his Bramah." Thus, in Copperfield, we find him describing, but under a disguise, the same incident. As when he was sent to Murdstone and Grimby's warehouse, it was still the washing and labelling of bottles "not of blacking," but of wines and spirits.
I've got my office coat on, and my pad out, and let him come as soon as he likes. You haven't got a pinch of snuff about you, have you? 'No, I have not, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'I'm sorry for it, said Lowten. 'Never mind. I'll run out presently, and get a bottle of soda. Don't I look rather queer about the eyes, Mr. Pickwick? The individual appealed to, surveyed Mr.
'The agent at Liverpool said he had been obliged to you many times when you were in business, and he would be glad to take him on your recommendation. 'That's well, said Mr. Pickwick. 'I am delighted to hear it. 'But I say, resumed Lowten, scraping the back of the pen preparatory to making a fresh split, 'what a soft chap that other is! 'Which other?
'Step in, Mr. Pickwick, said Lowten. 'Well, will you leave a message, Mr. Watty, or will you call again? 'Ask him to be so kind as to leave out word what has been done in my business, said the man; 'for God's sake don't neglect it, Mr. Lowten. 'No, no; I won't forget it, replied the clerk. 'Walk in, Mr. Pickwick. Good-morning, Mr.
Pickwick's presenting himself at the bar, an elderly female emerged from behind the screen therein, and presented herself before him. 'Is Mr. Lowten here, ma'am? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'Yes, he is, Sir, replied the landlady. 'Here, Charley, show the gentleman in to Mr. Lowten. 'The gen'l'm'n can't go in just now, said a shambling pot-boy, with a red head, 'cos' Mr.
'IF! exclaimed the old man, with a look of excessive contempt. 'I suppose, he added, turning to Lowten, 'he'll say next, that my story about the queer client we had, when I was in an attorney's office, is not true either I shouldn't wonder. 'I shan't venture to say anything at all about it, seeing that I never heard the story, observed the owner of the Mosaic decorations.
The individual to whom Lowten alluded, was a little, yellow, high-shouldered man, whose countenance, from his habit of stooping forward when silent, Mr. Pickwick had not observed before. He wondered, though, when the old man raised his shrivelled face, and bent his gray eye upon him, with a keen inquiring look, that such remarkable features could have escaped his attention for a moment.
'If not, we must try the young lady's persuasion; and that is what anybody but you would have done at first. Mr. Perker was taking a pinch of snuff with various grotesque contractions of countenance, eulogistic of the persuasive powers appertaining unto young ladies, when the murmur of inquiry and answer was heard in the outer office, and Lowten tapped at the door.
Perker said nothing at all until he had emptied his snuff-box, and sent Lowten out to fill it, when he was seized with a fit of laughing, which lasted five minutes; at the expiration of which time he said that he supposed he ought to be very angry, but he couldn't think of the business seriously yet when he could, he would be. 'Well, now, said Mr.
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