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True,' said Dodson, 'I dare say you have been annoyed in the Fleet;  
there are some odd gentry there. Whereabouts were your apartments,  
Mr Pickwick?' 'My one room,' replied that much-injured gentleman,  
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was on the coffee-room flight.'  
'Oh, indeed!' said Dodson. 'I believe that is a very pleasant part of the  
establishment.'  
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Very,'replied Mr Pickwick drily.  
There was a coolness about all this, which, to a gentleman of an  
excitable temperament, had, under the circumstances, rather an  
exasperating tendency. Mr Pickwick restrained his wrath by gigantic  
efforts; but when Perker wrote a cheque for the whole amount, and  
Fogg deposited it in a small pocket-book, with a triumphant smile  
playing over his pimply features, which communicated itself likewise  
to the stern countenance of Dodson, he felt the blood in his cheeks  
tingling with indignation.  
'Now, Mr Dodson,' said Fogg, putting up the pocket-book and drawing  
on his gloves, 'I am at your service.'  
'Very good,' said Dodson, rising; 'I am quite ready.'  
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I am very happy,' said Fogg, softened by the cheque, 'to have had the  
pleasure of making Mr Pickwick's acquaintance. I hope you don't  
think quite so ill of us, Mr Pickwick, as when we first had the pleasure  
of seeing you.'  
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I hope not,' said Dodson, with the high tone of calumniated virtue.  
Mr Pickwick now knows us better, I trust; whatever your opinion of  
gentlemen of our profession may be, I beg to assure you, sir, that I  
bear no ill-will or vindictive feeling towards you for the sentiments you  
thought proper to express in our office in Freeman's Court, Cornhill,  
on the occasion to which my partner has referred.'  
'Oh, no, no; nor I,' said Fogg, in a most forgiving manner.  
'Our conduct, Sir,' said Dodson, 'will speak for itself, and justify itself,  
I hope, upon every occasion. We have been in the profession some  
years, Mr Pickwick, and have been honoured with the confidence of  
many excellent clients. I wish you good- morning, Sir.'  
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Good-morning, Mr Pickwick,' said Fogg. So saying, he put his  
umbrella under his arm, drew off his right glove, and extended the  
hand of reconciliation to that most indignant gentleman; who,  
thereupon, thrust his hands beneath his coat tails, and eyed the  
attorney with looks of scornful amazement.  


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