‘Dismal Jemmy?’ inquired Jingle.
     　　‘Yes.’
     　　Jingle shook his head.
     　　‘Clever rascal―queer fellow, hoaxing cheap louis vuitton handbags genius―Job’s brother.’
     　　‘Job’s brother!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well, now I look athim closely, there is a likeness.’
     　　‘We were always considered like each other, sir,’ said Job, witha cunning look just lurking in the corners of his eyes, ‘only I wasreally of a serious nature, and he never was. He emigrated toAmerica, sir, in consequence of being too much sought after here,to be comfortable; and has never been heard of since.’
     　　‘That accounts louis vuitton outlet for my not having received the “page from theromance of real life,” which he promised me one morning when heappeared to be contemplating suicide on Rochester Bridge, Isuppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. ‘I need not inquire whetherhis dismal behaviour was natural or assumed.’
     　　‘He could assume anything, sir,’ said Job. ‘You may consideryourself very fortunate in having escaped him so easily. Onintimate terms he would have been even a more dangerousacquaintance louis vuitton outlet than―’ Job looked at Jingle, hesitated, and finallyadded, ‘than―than-myself even.’
     　　‘A hopeful family yours, Mr. Trotter,’ said Perker, sealing aletter which he had just finished writing.
     　　‘Yes, sir,’ replied Job. ‘Very much so.’
     　　‘Well,’ said the little man, laughing, ‘I hope you are going todisgrace it. Deliver this letter to the agent when you reachLiverpool, and let me advise you, gentlemen, not to be tooknowing in the West Indies. If you throw away chanel bags sale this chance, youwill both richly deserve to be hanged, as I sincerely trust you willbe. And now you had better leave Mr. Pickwick and me alone, forwe have other matters to talk over, and time is precious.’ AsPerker said this, he looked towards the door, with an evidentdesire to render the leave-taking as brief as possible.
     　　It was brief enough on Mr. Jingle’s part. He thanked the littleattorney in a few chanel bags hurried words for the kindness and promptitudewith which he had rendered his assistance, and, turning to hisbenefactor, stood for a few seconds as if irresolute what to say orhow to act. Job Trotter relieved his perplexity; for, with a humbleand grateful bow to Mr. Pickwick, he took his friend gently by thearm, and led him away.