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A small body of electors remained unpolled on the very last day. They were calculating and reflecting persons, who had not yet been convinced by the arguments of either party, although they had frequent conferences with each. One hour before the close of the poll, Mr. Perker solicited the honour of a private interview with these intelligent, these noble, these patriotic men. It was granted.
There are sixty beds in a ward; and the bolt's on, sixteen hours out of the four-and-twenty. 'I would rather go to some other place of confinement if I can, said Mr. Pickwick. 'If not, I must make the best I can of that. 'You can go to the Fleet, my dear Sir, if you're determined to go somewhere, said Perker. 'That'll do, said Mr. Pickwick.
Pickwick's attention; and he had scarcely returned it, when Mr. Serjeant Snubbin appeared, followed by Mr. Mallard, who half hid the Serjeant behind a large crimson bag, which he placed on his table, and, after shaking hands with Perker, withdrew. Then there entered two or three more Serjeants; and among them, one with a fat body and a red face, who nodded in a friendly manner to Mr.
'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.
Perker and the children, and Job to Perker. The gentleman in the plush shorts and cottons considering it no part of his duty to show the people from the office out, consistently declined to answer the bell, and they showed themselves out. The attorney betook himself to his drawing-room, the clerk to the Magpie and Stump, and Job to Covent Garden Market to spend the night in a vegetable basket.
'Oh, no, no, replied Arabella, changing colour. 'Dear Mr. Pickwick, he must only know it from you from your lips alone. He is so violent, so prejudiced, and has been so so anxious in behalf of his friend, Mr. Sawyer, added Arabella, looking down, 'that I fear the consequences dreadfully. 'Ah, to be sure, said Perker gravely. 'You must take this matter in hand for them, my dear sir.
'Why, I think the girls are all running mad; that's no news, you'll say? Perhaps it's not; but it's true, for all that. 'You have not come up to London, of all places in the world, to tell us that, my dear Sir, have you? inquired Perker. 'No, not altogether, replied Wardle; 'though it was the main cause of my coming. How's Arabella? 'Very well, replied Mr.
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.
'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.
Perker, said Fogg, untying the red tape which encircled the little bundle, and smiling again more sweetly than before. 'Mr. Pickwick is pretty well acquainted with these proceedings. There are no secrets between us, I think. He! he! he! 'Not many, I think, said Dodson.
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