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'Out of town! said Mr. Pickwick; 'dear me, how unfortunate! 'Don't go away, Mr. Pickwick, said Lowten, 'I've got a letter for you. The stranger, seeming to hesitate, once more looked towards the ground, and the clerk winked slyly at Mr. PickwiCK, as if to intimate that some exquisite piece of humour was going forward, though what it was Mr. Pickwick could not for the life of him divine.
Pickwick had concluded, 'Dodson and Fogg sharp practice theirs capital men of business, Dodson and Fogg, sir. Mr. Pickwick admitted the sharp practice of Dodson and Fogg, and Lowten resumed. 'Perker ain't in town, and he won't be, neither, before the end of next week; but if you want the action defended, and will leave the copy with me, I can do all that's needful till he comes back.
Lowten and Job Trotter looking very dim and shadowy by the light of a kitchen candle, which the gentleman who condescended to appear in plush shorts and cottons for a quarterly stipend, had, with a becoming contempt for the clerk and all things appertaining to 'the office, placed upon the table. 'Now, Lowten, said little Mr. Perker, shutting the door,'what's the matter?
Mr. Weller was then roused by his master from a sweet sleep of an hour's duration; and, bidding adieu to Lowten, they returned to the city. There is a repose about Lant Street, in the Borough, which sheds a gentle melancholy upon the soul. There are always a good many houses to let in the street: it is a by-street too, and its dulness is soothing.
'Come in! cried the little man. The clerk came in, and shut the door after him, with great mystery. 'What's the matter? inquired Perker. 'You're wanted, Sir. 'Who wants me? Lowten looked at Mr. Pickwick, and coughed. 'Who wants me? Can't you speak, Mr. Lowten? 'Why, sir, replied Lowten, 'it's Dodson; and Fogg is with him.
Pickwick, breaking from Lowten and Perker, and thrusting his head out of the staircase window. When Mr. Pickwick drew in his head again, his countenance was smiling and placid; and, walking quietly back into the office, he declared that he had now removed a great weight from his mind, and that he felt perfectly comfortable and happy.
'No, I don't mean that, replied Mr. Lowten. 'About getting that customer that we paid the ten shillings in the pound to the bill-discounter for, on your account to get him out of the Fleet, you know about getting him to Demerara. 'Oh, Mr. Jingle, said Mr. Pickwick hastily. 'Yes. Well? 'Well, it's all arranged, said Lowten, mending his pen.
'I'll answer the door in one moment, Sir, replied the clerk. The knocker appeared to hear the response, and to assert that it was quite impossible he could wait so long. It made a stupendous uproar. 'It's quite dreadful, said Mr. Pickwick, stopping his ears. 'Make haste, Mr. Lowten, Perker called out; 'we shall have the panels beaten in. Mr.
'Treating Perker's offer of eighteen bob a week, and a rise if he behaved himself, like dirt, replied Lowten. 'He said he must go along with the other one, and so they persuaded Perker to write again, and they've got him something on the same estate; not near so good, Perker says, as a convict would get in New South Wales, if he appeared at his trial in a new suit of clothes.
Perker to-night, so that we may be there, the first thing in the morning? 'Why, responded Lowten, after a little consideration, 'if it was in anybody else's case, Perker wouldn't be best pleased at my going up to his house; but as it's Mr. Pickwick's, I think I may venture to take a cab and charge it to the office. Deciding on this line of conduct, Mr.
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