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"None o' that, I say, young feller," repeated Sam, firmly."No man serves him but me.And now we're upon it, I'll let you into another secret besides that," said Sam, as he paid for the beer."I never heerd, mind you, nor read of in story-books, nor see in picters, any angel in tights and gaiters--not even in spectacles, as I remember, though that may ha' been done for anythin'

I know to the contrairey--but mark my vords, Job Trotter, he's a reg'lar thorough-bred angel for all that; and let me see the man as wenturs to tell me he knows a better vun." With this defiance, Mr.Weller buttoned up his change in a side pocket, and, with many confirmatory nods and gestures by the way, proceeded in search of the subject of discourse.

They found Mr.Pickwick, in company with Jingle, talking very earnestly, and not bestowing a look on the groups who were congregated on the racket-ground;they were very motley groups too, and worth the looking at, if it were only in idle curiosity.

"Well," said Mr.Pickwick, as Sam and his companion drew nigh, "you will see how your health becomes, and think about it meanwhile.Make the statement out for me when you feel yourself equal to the task, and I will discuss the subject with you when I have considered it.Now, go to your room.You are tired, and not strong enough to be out long."Mr.Alfred Jingle, without one spark of his old animation--with nothing even of the dismal gaiety which he had assumed when Mr.Pickwick first stumbled on him in his misery--bowed low without speaking, and, motioning to Job not to follow him just yet, crept slowly away.

"Curious scene this, is it not, Sam?" said Mr.Pickwick, looking good-humouredly round.

"Wery much so, sir," replied Sam."Wonders 'ull never cease," added Sam, speaking to himself."I'm wery much mistaken if that 'ere Jingle worn't a doin' somethin' in the water-cart way!"The area formed by the wall in that part of the Fleet in which Mr.Pickwick stood, was just wide enough to make a good racket-court; one side being formed, of course, by the wall itself and the other by that portion of the prison which looked (or rather would have looked, but for the wall)towards St.Paul's Cathedral.Sauntering or sitting about, in every possible attitude of listless idleness, were a great number of debtors, the major part of whom were waiting in prison until their day of "going up" before the Insolvent Court should arrive; while others had been remanded for various terms, which they were idling away, as they best could.Some were shabby, some were smart, many dirty, a few clean; but there they all lounged, and loitered, and slunk about, with as little spirit or purpose as the beasts in a menagerie.

Lolling from the windows which commanded a view of this promenade, were a number of persons, some in noisy conversation with their acquaintance below, others playing at ball with some adventurous throwers outside, others looking on at the racket-players, or watching the boys as they cried the game.Dirty slipshod women passed and re-passed, on their way to the cooking-house in one corner of the yard; children screamed, and fought, and played together, in another; the tumbling of the skittles, and the shouts of the players, mingled perpetually with these and a hundred other sounds; and all was noise and tumult--save in a little miserable shed a few yards off, where lay, all quiet and ghastly, the body of the Chancery prisoner who had died the night before, awaiting the mockery of an inquest.The body! It is the lawyer's term for the restless whirling mass of cares and anxieties, affections, hopes, and griefs, that make up the living man.The law had his body; and there it lay, clothed in grave clothes, an awful witness to its tender mercy.