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Showing how Mr. Samuel Weller got into Difficulties

           Isaythatthatcoachmandidnotrunaway;butthathediedgamegameaspheasants;andIwon’thearnothin’saidtothecontrairey.’

           Asthemottled-facedgentlemanspokewithgreatenergyanddetermination,andastheopinionsofthecompanyseemeddividedonthesubject,itthreatenedtogiverisetofreshaltercation,whenMr.WellerandMr.Pellmostopportunelyarrived.

           ‘Allright,Sammy,’saidMr.Weller.

           ‘Theofficerwillbehereatfouro’clock,’saidMr.Pell.‘Isupposeyouwon’trunawaymeanwhile,eh?Ha!ha!’

           ‘P’rapsmycruelpa’ullrelentaforethen,’repliedSam,withabroadgrin.

           ‘NotI,’saidtheelderMr.Weller.

           ‘Do,’saidSam.

           ‘Notonnoaccount,’repliedtheinexorablecreditor.

           ‘I’llgivebillsfortheamount,atsixpenceamonth,’saidSam.

           ‘Iwon’ttake’em,’saidMr.Weller.

           ‘Ha,ha,ha!verygood,verygood,’saidMr.SolomonPell,whowasmakingouthislittlebillofcosts;‘averyamusingincidentindeed!Benjamin,copythat.’AndMr.Pellsmiledagain,ashecalledMr.Weller’sattentiontotheamount.

           ‘Thankyou,thankyou,’saidtheprofessionalgentleman,takingupanotherofthegreasynotesasMr.Wellertookitfromthepocket-book.‘Threetenandonetenisfive.Muchobligedtoyou,Mr.Weller.

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