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pockets a long and narrow strip of parchment, on which the presiding  
functionary impressed an illegible black stamp. He then drew forth  
four scraps of paper, of similar dimensions, each containing a printed  
copy of the strip of parchment with blanks for a name; and having  
filled up the blanks, put all the five documents in his pocket, and  
hurried away.  
The man in the brown coat, with the cabalistic documents in his  
pocket, was no other than our old acquaintance Mr Jackson, of the  
house of Dodson & Fogg, Freeman's Court, Cornhill. Instead of  
returning to the office whence he came, however, he bent his steps  
direct to Sun Court, and walking straight into the George and Vulture,  
demanded to know whether one Mr Pickwick was within.  
'Call Mr Pickwick's servant, Tom,' said the barmaid of the George and  
Vulture.  
'
Don't trouble yourself,' said Mr Jackson. 'I've come on business. If  
you'll show me Mr Pickwick's room I'll step up myself.'  
'
'
What name, Sir?' said the waiter.  
Jackson,' replied the clerk.  
The waiter stepped upstairs to announce Mr Jackson; but Mr Jackson  
saved him the trouble by following close at his heels, and walking into  
the apartment before he could articulate a syllable.  
Mr Pickwick had, that day, invited his three friends to dinner; they  
were all seated round the fire, drinking their wine, when Mr Jackson  
presented himself, as above described.  
'
How de do, sir?' said Mr Jackson, nodding to Mr Pickwick.  
That gentleman bowed, and looked somewhat surprised, for the  
physiognomy of Mr Jackson dwelt not in his recollection.  
'
I have called from Dodson and Fogg's,' said Mr Jackson, in an  
explanatory tone.  
Mr Pickwick roused at the name. 'I refer you to my attorney, Sir; Mr  
Perker, of Gray's Inn,' said he. 'Waiter, show this gentleman out.'  
'
Beg your pardon, Mr Pickwick,' said Jackson, deliberately depositing  
his hat on the floor, and drawing from his pocket the strip of  
parchment. 'But personal service, by clerk or agent, in these cases,  
you know, Mr Pickwick - nothing like caution, sir, in all legal forms -  
eh?'  


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