( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'Come, come, I'll write you a cheque,' said the little man; and down hesat at the table for that purpose.
The cheque was written by the little gentleman, and pocketed by Mr.Jingle.
The strangerwrote a cheque upon his banker, for the whole amount, and left him.
Let me have them, and I'll send youa cheque.
What sayyou, my dear sir? Shall I draw a cheque, or will you?' The littleman rubbed his hands with affected cheerfulness as he said this, butglancing at Mr. Pickwick's countenance, could not forbear at the sametime casting a desponding look towards Sam Weller.
Them things as is alvaysa-fluctooatin', and gettin' theirselves inwolved somehow or another viththe national debt, and the chequers bill; and all that.
Mr. Pickwick restrained his wrath by giganticefforts; but when Perker wrote a cheque for the whole amount, and Foggdeposited it in a small pocket-book, with a triumphant smile playingover his pimply features, which communicated itself likewise to thestern countenance of Dodson, he felt the blood in his cheeks tinglingwith indignation.