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

           

           ‘Don’tsaynothin’tome,’repliedSam,‘forIcan’tbearit.He’sclosetothedoor.Ihearhima-knockin’hisheadagainthelathandplasternow.’

           AsSamWellerspoke,thelittledoorflewopen,andBrotherTadgerappeared,closelyfollowedbytheReverendMr.Stiggins,whonosoonerentered,thantherewasagreatclappingofhands,andstampingoffeet,andflourishingofhandkerchiefs;toallofwhichmanifestationsofdelight,BrotherStigginsreturnednootheracknowledgmentthanstaringwithawildeye,andafixedsmile,attheextremetopofthewickofthecandleonthetable,swayinghisbodytoandfro,meanwhile,inaveryunsteadyanduncertainmanner.

           ‘Areyouunwell,BrotherStiggins?’whisperedMr.AnthonyHumm.

           ‘Iamallright,Sir,’repliedMr.Stiggins,inatoneinwhichferocitywasblendedwithanextremethicknessofutterance;‘Iamallright,Sir.’

           ‘Oh,verywell,’rejoinedMr.AnthonyHumm,retreatingafewpaces.

           ‘IbelievenomanherehasventuredtosaythatIamnotallright,Sir?’saidMr.Stiggins.

           ‘Oh,certainlynot,’saidMr.Humm.‘Ishouldadvisehimnotto,Sir;Ishouldadvisehimnot,’saidMr.Stiggins.

           Bythistimetheaudiencewereperfectlysilent,andwaitedwithsomeanxietyfortheresumptionofbusiness.

           ‘Willyouaddressthemeeting,brother?’saidMr.Humm,withasmileofinvitation.

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