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Mr. Samuel Weller, being intrusted with a Mission of Love, proceeds to execute it; with what Success

           

           ‘O’courseIcametolookarteryou,mydarlin’,’repliedMr.Weller;foroncepermittinghispassiontogetthebetterofhisveracity.

           ‘AndhowdidyouknowIwashere?’inquiredMary.‘WhocouldhavetoldyouthatItookanotherserviceatIpswich,andthattheyafterwardsmovedallthewayhere?WhoCOULDhavetoldyouthat,Mr.Weller?’

           ‘Ah,tobesure,’saidSam,withacunninglook,‘that’sthepint.Whocouldha’toldme?’

           ‘Itwasn’tMr.Muzzle,wasit?’inquiredMary.

           ‘Oh,no.’repliedSam,withasolemnshakeofthehead,‘itwarn’thim.’

           ‘Itmusthavebeenthecook,’saidMary.

           ‘O’courseitmust,’saidSam.

           ‘Well,Ineverheardthelikeofthat!’exclaimedMary.

           ‘NomoredidI,’saidSam.‘ButMary,mydear’—hereSam’smannergrewextremelyaffectionate—‘Mary,mydear,I’vegotanotheraffairinhandasiswerypressin’.There’soneo’mygovernor’sfriendsMr.Winkle,yourememberhim?’

           ‘Himinthegreencoat?’saidMary.‘Oh,yes,Irememberhim.’

           ‘Well,’saidSam,‘he’sinahorridstateo’love;reg’larlycomfoozled,anddoneovervithit.’

           ‘Lor!’interposedMary.

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