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Serjeant Snubbin, and said it was a fine morning. 'Who's that red-faced man, who said it was a fine morning, and nodded to our counsel? whispered Mr. Pickwick. 'Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, replied Perker. 'He's opposed to us; he leads on the other side. That gentleman behind him is Mr. Skimpin, his junior. Mr.
'Which makes good for we know who, besides the serjeant, and draws a little more out of the clients, eh? said Perker; 'ha, ha, ha! At this the serjeant's clerk laughed again not a noisy boisterous laugh, but a silent, internal chuckle, which Mr. Pickwick disliked to hear.
They were met by the Wardles, and the Winkles, and the bride and bridesmaids, and the Trundles; and the ceremony having been performed, the coaches rattled back to Mr. Pickwick's to breakfast, where little Mr. Perker already awaited them.
There was a great comparing of papers, and turning over of leaves, by Fogg and Perker, after this statement of profit and loss. Meanwhile, Dodson said, in an affable manner, to Mr. Pickwick 'I don't think you are looking quite so stout as when I had the pleasure of seeing you last, Mr. Pickwick. 'Possibly not, Sir, replied Mr.
'He has shaken hands with the men, cried the little agent. Another cheer, far more vehement. 'He has patted the babies on the head, said Mr. Perker, trembling with anxiety. A roar of applause that rent the air. 'He has kissed one of 'em! exclaimed the delighted little man. A second roar. 'He has kissed another, gasped the excited manager. A third roar.
Pickwick, whose face had been undergoing most surprising changes during this speech, and was evidently on the verge of a strong burst of indignation, calmed his wrath as well as he could. Perker, strengthening his argumentative powers with another pinch of snuff, proceeded 'I have seen the woman, this morning.
'Very good notion that indeed, whispered Perker to Mr. Pickwick. 'Capital fellows those Dodson and Fogg; excellent ideas of effect, my dear Sir, excellent. As Perker spoke, Mrs. Bardell began to recover by slow degrees, while Mrs.
Jingle, in so fierce a tone, that the little gentleman involuntarily fell back a step or two. 'Who is he, you scoundrel, interposed Wardle. 'He's my lawyer, Mr. Perker, of Gray's Inn. Perker, I'll have this fellow prosecuted indicted I'll I'll I'll ruin him. And you, continued Mr.
'Well, interposed Perker, 'is that all? 'It is all summed up in that, rejoined Mr. Pickwick; 'they are mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers. 'There! said Perker, in a most conciliatory tone. 'My dear sirs, he has said all he has to say. Now pray go. Lowten, is that door open? Mr. Lowten, with a distant giggle, replied in the affirmative.
Pickwick, who had been flashing forth looks of fierce indignation, without producing the smallest effect on either of the sharp practitioners; 'I believe I am not, Sir. I have been persecuted and annoyed by scoundrels of late, Sir. Perker coughed violently, and asked Mr. Pickwick whether he wouldn't like to look at the morning paper. To which inquiry Mr. Pickwick returned a most decided negative.
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