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Descriptive of an affecting Interview between Mr. Samuel Weller and a Family Party. Mr. Pickwick mak

           ‘It’slikeputtin’gasinaballoon.Icanseewiththenakedeyethatyougetsstouterundertheoperation.Wotdoyousaytoanothero’thesamedimensions?’

           ‘Iwouldrathernot,Iammuchobligedtoyou,Sir,’repliedJob—‘muchrathernot.’

           ‘Vell,then,wotdoyousaytosomewittles?’inquiredSam.

           ‘Thankstoyourworthygovernor,Sir,’saidMr.Trotter,‘wehavehalfalegofmutton,baked,ataquarterbeforethree,withthepotatoesunderittosaveboiling.’

           ‘Wot!HasHEbeena-purwidin’foryou?’askedSamemphatically.

           ‘Hehas,Sir,’repliedJob.‘Morethanthat,Mr.Weller;mymasterbeingveryill,hegotusaroomwewereinakennelbeforeandpaidforit,Sir;andcometolookatus,atnight,whennobodyshouldknow.Mr.Weller,’saidJob,withrealtearsinhiseyes,foronce,‘IcouldservethatgentlemantillIfelldowndeadathisfeet.’

           ‘Isay!’saidSam,‘I’lltroubleyou,myfriend!Noneo’that!’

           JobTrotterlookedamazed.

           ‘Noneo’that,Isay,youngfeller,’repeatedSamfirmly.‘Nomanserveshimbutme.Andnowwe’reuponit,I’llletyouintoanothersecretbesidesthat,’saidSam,ashepaidforthebeer.

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