The Pickwick Papers


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Mr Lowten disappeared with a grin, and immediately returned  
ushering in the firm, in due form of precedence - Dodson first, and  
Fogg afterwards.  
'You have seen Mr Pickwick, I believe?' said Perker to Dodson,  
inclining his pen in the direction where that gentleman was seated.  
'
'
How do you do, Mr Pickwick?' said Dodson, in a loud voice.  
Dear me,'cried Fogg, 'how do you do, Mr Pickwick? I hope you are  
well, Sir. I thought I knew the face,' said Fogg, drawing up a chair,  
and looking round him with a smile.  
Mr Pickwick bent his head very slightly, in answer to these  
salutations, and, seeing Fogg pull a bundle of papers from his coat  
pocket, rose and walked to the window.  
'
There's no occasion for Mr Pickwick to move, Mr 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. 'Ha! ha! ha!' Then both the partners  
laughed together - pleasantly and cheerfully, as men who are going to  
receive money often do.  
'
We shall make Mr Pickwick pay for peeping,' said Fogg, with  
considerable native humour, as he unfolded his papers. 'The amount  
of the taxed costs is one hundred and thirty-three, six, four, Mr  
Perker.'  
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 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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