y often observed them lounging under the
archway when he had been walking past; and his curiosity was
quite excited to know to what branch of the profession these
dingy-looking loungers could possibly belong.
He was about to propound the question to Nambywho kept
close beside himsucking a large gold ring on his little finger
when Perker bustled upand observing that there was no time to
loseled the way into the inn. As Mr. Pickwick followedthe lame
man stepped up to himand civilly touching his hatheld out a
written cardwhich Mr. Pickwicknot wishing to hurt the man’s
feelings by refusingcourteously accepted and deposited in his
waistcoat pocket.
‘Now’ said Perkerturning round before he entered one of the
officesto see that his companions were close behind him. ‘In here
my dear sir. Hallowhat do
you want?’
This last question was addressed to the lame manwho
unobserved by Mr. Pickwickmade one of the party. In reply to it
the lame man touched his hat againwith all imaginable
politenessand motioned towards Mr. Pickwick.
‘Nono’ said Perkerwith a smile. ‘We don’t want youmy dear
friendwe don’t want you.’
‘I beg your pardonsir’ said the lame man. ‘Th
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