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Mr. Weller the elder delivers some Critical Sentiments respecting Literary Composition; and, assiste

           Previoustothecommencementofbusiness,theladiessatuponforms,anddranktea,tillsuchtimeastheyconsidereditexpedienttoleaveoff;andalargewoodenmoney-boxwasconspicuouslyplaceduponthegreenbaizeclothofthebusiness-table,behindwhichthesecretarystood,andacknowledged,withagracioussmile,everyadditiontotherichveinofcopperwhichlayconcealedwithin.

           Onthisparticularoccasionthewomendrankteatoamostalarmingextent;greatlytothehorrorofMr.Weller,senior,who,utterlyregardlessofallSam’sadmonitorynudgings,staredabouthimineverydirectionwiththemostundisguisedastonishment.

           ‘Sammy,’whisperedMr.Weller,‘ifsomeo’theseherepeopledon’twanttappin’to-morrowmornin’,Iain’tyourfather,andthat’swotitis.Why,thishereoldladynextmeisa-drowndin’herselfintea.’‘Bequiet,can’tyou?’murmuredSam.

           ‘Sam,’whisperedMr.Weller,amomentafterwards,inatoneofdeepagitation,‘markmyvords,myboy.Ifthat‘eresecretaryfellowkeepsonforonlyfiveminutesmore,he’llblowhisselfupwithtoastandwater.’

           ‘Well,lethim,ifhelikes,’repliedSam;‘itain’tnobis’nesso’yourn.’

           ‘Ifthisherelastsmuchlonger,Sammy,’saidMr.Weller,inthesamelowvoice,‘Ishallfeelitmyduty,asahumanbein’,toriseandaddressthecheer.

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