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Honourably accounts for Mr. Weller’s Absence, by describing a Soiree to which he was invited and wen

           JohnSmauker;‘ifyourdestinyleadsyouintopubliclife,andpublicstation,youmustexpecttobesubjectedtotemptationswhichotherpeopleisfreefrom,Mr.Weller.’

           ‘Preciselywhatmyunclesaid,venheventintothepublicline,’remarkedSam,‘andweryrighttheoldgen’l’m’nwos,forhedrankhisselftodeathinsomethin’lessthanaquarter.’Mr.JohnSmaukerlookeddeeplyindignantatanyparallelbeingdrawnbetweenhimselfandthedeceasedgentlemaninquestion;but,asSam’sfacewasinthemostimmovablestateofcalmness,hethoughtbetterofit,andlookedaffableagain.‘Perhapswehadbetterbewalking,’saidMr.Smauker,consultingacoppertimepiecewhichdweltatthebottomofadeepwatch-pocket,andwasraisedtothesurfacebymeansofablackstring,withacopperkeyattheotherend.

           ‘P’rapswehad,’repliedSam,‘orthey’lloverdotheswarry,andthat’llspileit.’

           ‘Haveyoudrankthewaters,Mr.Weller?’inquiredhiscompanion,astheywalkedtowardsHighStreet.

           ‘Once,’repliedSam.

           ‘Whatdidyouthinkof’em,Sir?’

           ‘Ithoughttheywaspartickleryunpleasant,’repliedSam.

           ‘Ah,’saidMr.JohnSmauker,‘youdislikedthekillibeatetaste,perhaps?’

           ‘Idon’tknowmuchaboutthat‘ere,’saidSam.‘Ithoughtthey’dawerystrongflavouro’warmflatirons.’

           ‘ThatISthekillibeate,Mr.

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