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Why did the lawgor want to leave city?​

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Answered by girishsonawane173
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Answer:

AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a

magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to

serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and

shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger

and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant

work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered

fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer rightaway, without going through this unpleasant training period.

So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the

country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man

called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,

and he had ignored all our letters.

When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and

simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were

rivers of mud, with rows of woodenshops, either painted a sour brown,

or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place

was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,

cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty

and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that

he liked people.

"I want," I told him, "to find a man named Oliver Lutkins."

Answered by mahuyapal1983
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Answer:

AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a

magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to

serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and

shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger

and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant

work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered

fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer rightaway, without going through this unpleasant training period.

So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the

country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man

called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,

and he had ignored all our letters.

When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and

simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were

rivers of mud, with rows of woodenshops, either painted a sour brown,

or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place

was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,

cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty

and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that

he liked people.

"I want," I told him, "to find a man named Oliver Lutkins."

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