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Which is all about the Law, and sundry Great Authorities learned therein

           JacksonseemedratherpuzzledbySam’sproceedings;but,ashehadservedthesubpoenas,andhadnothingmoretosay,hemadeafeintofputtingontheoneglovewhichheusuallycarriedinhishand,forthesakeofappearances;andreturnedtotheofficetoreportprogress.

           Mr.Pickwicksleptlittlethatnight;hismemoryhadreceivedaverydisagreeablerefresheronthesubjectofMrs.Bardell’saction.Hebreakfastedbetimesnextmorning,and,desiringSamtoaccompanyhim,setforthtowardsGray’sInnSquare.

           ‘Sam!’saidMr.Pickwick,lookinground,whentheygottotheendofCheapside.

           ‘Sir?’saidSam,steppinguptohismaster.

           ‘Whichway?’‘UpNewgateStreet.’

           Mr.Pickwickdidnotturnroundimmediately,butlookedvacantlyinSam’sfaceforafewseconds,andheavedadeepsigh.

           ‘What’sthematter,sir?’inquiredSam.

           ‘Thisaction,Sam,’saidMr.Pickwick,‘isexpectedtocomeon,onthefourteenthofnextmonth.’‘Remarkablecoincidencethat‘ere,sir,’repliedSam.

           ‘Whyremarkable,Sam?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Walentine’sday,sir,’respondedSam;‘reg’largooddayforabreacho’promisetrial.’

           Mr.Weller’ssmileawakenednogleamofmirthinhismaster’scountenance.Mr.Pickwickturnedabruptlyround,andledthewayinsilence.

           Theyhadwalkedsomedistance,Mr.

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