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It has a large garden, and is situated in one of the most pleasant spots near London. It has been fitted up with every attention to substantial comfort; perhaps to a little elegance besides; but of that you shall judge for yourselves. Sam accompanies me there. I have engaged, on Perker's representation, a housekeeper a very old one and such other servants as she thinks I shall require.
Pickwick's horror-stricken countenance, 'or else he'd been draw'd into the ingin; but however that might ha' been, the little, old gen'l'm'n, who had been remarkably partial to sassages all his life, rushed out o' the shop in a wild state, and was never heerd on arterwards! The relation of this affecting incident of private life brought master and man to Mr. Perker's chambers.
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.
Perker's. 'That's just exactly the wery place vere you ought to have gone last night, Sir, replied Mr. Weller. 'I think it is, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick. 'I KNOW it is, said Mr. Weller. 'Well, well, Sam, replied Mr. Pickwick, 'we will go there at once; but first, as I have been rather ruffled, I should like a glass of brandy-and-water warm, Sam. Where can I have it, Sam? Mr.
Lowten concluded with a loud laugh, half in jocularity, and half in derision, which was prematurely cut short by the sound of Perker's footsteps on the stairs, at the first approach of which, he vaulted on his stool with an agility most remarkable, and wrote intensely. The greeting between Mr.
Perker's people, said a thin, miserable-looking old woman, stopping to recover breath after the ascent of the staircase 'Mr. Perker's people's gone, and I'm a-goin' to do the office out. 'Are you Mr. Perker's servant? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'I am Mr. Perker's laundress, replied the woman. 'Ah, said Mr.
It still wanted ten minutes to the hour when he had ascended the staircase on which Perker's chambers were. The clerks had not arrived yet, and he beguiled the time by looking out of the staircase window. The healthy light of a fine October morning made even the dingy old houses brighten up a little; some of the dusty windows actually looking almost cheerful as the sun's rays gleamed upon them.
The boy nodded. All further inquiries were superseded by the appearance of old Wardle, who, running upstairs and just recognising Lowten, passed at once into Mr. Perker's room. 'Pickwick! said the old gentleman. 'Your hand, my boy! Why have I never heard until the day before yesterday of your suffering yourself to be cooped up in jail? And why did you let him do it, Perker?
Winkle joined them, exhibited in full lustre the same beaming smiles and sparkling eyes that had originally captivated him. 'This is a distressing predicament for these young people, thought Mr. Pickwick, as he dressed himself next morning. 'I'll walk up to Perker's, and consult him about the matter. As Mr.
"A pris'ner!" said Sam. "Who's the plaintives? What for? Speak up, old feller!" "Dodson and Fogg," replied the man. "Here, Job, Job!" shouted Sam, dashing into the passage, and calling for a man who went errands for the prisoners. "Run to Mr. Perker's, Job; I want him directly. I see some good in this. Here's a game! Hooray!" Mr. Perker was in Mr. Pickwick's room betimes next morning.
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