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You imagine you'll get your costs, don't you, gentlemen?' said Mr
Pickwick.
Fogg said they thought it rather probable. Dodson smiled, and said
they'd try.
'You may try, and try, and try again, Messrs. Dodson and Fogg,' said
Mr Pickwick vehemently,'but not one farthing of costs or damages do
you ever get from me, if I spend the rest of my existence in a debtor's
prison.'
'
Ha! ha!' laughed Dodson. 'You'll think better of that, before next term,
Mr Pickwick.'
'
He, he, he! We'll soon see about that, Mr Pickwick,' grinned Fogg.
Speechless with indignation, Mr Pickwick allowed himself to be led by
his solicitor and friends to the door, and there assisted into a
hackney-coach, which had been fetched for the purpose, by the ever-
watchful Sam Weller.
Sam had put up the steps, and was preparing to jump upon the box,
when he felt himself gently touched on the shoulder; and, looking
round, his father stood before him. The old gentleman's countenance
wore a mournful expression, as he shook his head gravely, and said,
in warning accents -
'
I know'd what 'ud come o' this here mode o' doin' bisness. Oh,
Sammy, Sammy, vy worn't there a alleybi!'
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