Before the
hour of this double appointment, Pickle, with his friend Cadwallader,
and a few more gentlemen, to whom he had thought proper to communicate
the plan, went to the coffee-house, and seated themselves near the
place that was destined for their meeting.
The hope of getting money had such an evident effect upon their
punctuality, that one of them arrived a considerable time before the
hour; and having reconnoitred the room, took his station according
to the direction he had received, fixing his eye upon a dock that
stood before him, and asking of the barkeeper, if it was not too
slow. He, had not remained in this posture many minutes, when he
was joined by a strange figure that waddled into the room, with
a bundle of papers in his bosom, and. the sweat running over his
nose. Seeing a man in the box to which he had been directed, he
took it for granted that he was the lender; and as soon as he could
recover his breath, which was almost exhausted by the despatch he
had made, "Sir," said he, "I presume you are the gentleman I was
to meet about that loan.
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