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Pickwick said this, he got into the coach which had by this time arrived, followed by the tipstaff. Sam having stationed himself on the box, it rolled away. 'A most extraordinary man that! said Perker, as he stopped to pull on his gloves. 'What a bankrupt he'd make, Sir, observed Mr. Lowten, who was standing near. 'How he would bother the commissioners!
So saying, he put his umbrella under his arm, drew off his right glove, and extended the hand of reconciliation to that most indignant gentleman; who, thereupon, thrust his hands beneath his coat tails, and eyed the attorney with looks of scornful amazement. 'Lowten! cried Perker, at this moment. 'Open the door. 'Wait one instant, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Perker, I WILL speak.
'Why, that servant, or friend, or whatever he is; you know, Trotter. 'Ah! said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. 'I always thought him the reverse. 'Well, and so did I, from what little I saw of him, replied Lowten, 'it only shows how one may be deceived. What do you think of his going to Demerara, too? 'What! And giving up what was offered him here! exclaimed Mr. Pickwick.
Lowten, who was washing his hands in a dark closet, hurried to the door, and turning the handle, beheld the appearance which is described in the next chapter. The object that presented itself to the eyes of the astonished clerk, was a boy a wonderfully fat boy habited as a serving lad, standing upright on the mat, with his eyes closed as if in sleep.
Lowten, holding the door half open, was in conversation with a rustily-clad, miserable-looking man, in boots without toes and gloves without fingers. There were traces of privation and suffering almost of despair in his lank and care-worn countenance; he felt his poverty, for he shrank to the dark side of the staircase as Mr. Pickwick approached.
Watty; it's a fine day for walking, isn't it? Seeing that the stranger still lingered, he beckoned Sam Weller to follow his master in, and shut the door in his face. 'There never was such a pestering bankrupt as that since the world began, I do believe! said Lowten, throwing down his pen with the air of an injured man.
If you just go to the Magpie and Stump, and ask at the bar for Mr. Lowten, they'll show you in to him, and he's Mr. Perker's clerk. With this direction, and having been furthermore informed that the hostelry in question was situated in a court, happy in the double advantage of being in the vicinity of Clare Market, and closely approximating to the back of New Inn, Mr.
When they had in some measure recovered from their trance of admiration, Job Trotter discharged himself of the rest of his commission. Perker nodded his head thoughtfully, and pulled out his watch. 'At ten precisely, I will be there, said the little man. 'Sam is quite right. Tell him so. Will you take a glass of wine, Lowten? 'No, thank you, Sir.
'It's very unfortunate, said the stranger, with a sigh. 'Very, said Lowten, scribbling his name on the doorpost with his pen, and rubbing it out again with the feather. 'Will you leave a message for him? 'When do you think he'll be back? inquired the stranger. 'Quite uncertain, replied Lowten, winking at Mr. Pickwick, as the stranger cast his eyes towards the ground.
Lowten, replied that gentleman, looking round, and recognising his old acquaintance. 'Precious warm walking, isn't it? said Lowten, drawing a Bramah key from his pocket, with a small plug therein, to keep the dust out. 'You appear to feel it so, rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, who was literally red-hot. 'I've come along, rather, I can tell you, replied Lowten.
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