"Having your likeness taken, sir," replied the stout turnkey. "We're capita! hand
at likeness here. Take 'em in no time, and always exact. Walk in, sir, and make
youself at home."
The stout turnkey having relieved trom the lock, sat down, and looked at
him caressly, from time to time, while a long thin man who had relieved him,
thrust his hand beneath his coat-tails, and planting himself opposite, took a
good long view of him. A third rather surly-looking gentleman who had
apparently been disturbed at his tea, for he was disposing of the last
remnant of a crust and butter when he came in stationed himself close to
Mr. Pickwick; and resting his hand of his hips, inspected him narrowlywhile
two others mixed with the group, and studied his features with most intent
and thoughtful faces. Mr. Pickwick winced a good deal under the operation,
and appeared to sit very uneasily in his chair.The Pickwick Papers ch.
40.
