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An important Conference takes place between Mr. Pickwick and Samuel Weller, at which his Parent assi

           

           ‘Well,well,’saidMr.Pickwick,atlengthinakindbutsomewhatmelancholytone,‘itisthebestwayinwhichIcouldrewardhimforhisattachmentandfidelity;letitbeso,inHeaven’sname.Itisthefateofalonelyoldman,thatthoseabouthimshouldformnewanddifferentattachmentsandleavehim.Ihavenorighttoexpectthatitshouldbeotherwisewithme.No,no,’addedMr.Pickwickmorecheerfully,‘itwouldbeselfishandungrateful.Ioughttobehappytohaveanopportunityofprovidingforhimsowell.Iam.OfcourseIam.’

           Mr.Pickwickhadbeensoabsorbedinthesereflections,thataknockatthedoorwasthreeorfourtimesrepeatedbeforeheheardit.Hastilyseatinghimself,andcallinguphisaccustomedpleasantlooks,hegavetherequiredpermission,andSamWellerentered,followedbyhisfather.

           ‘Gladtoseeyoubackagain,Sam,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Howdoyoudo,Mr.Weller?’

           ‘Weryhearty,thank’ee,sir,’repliedthewidower;‘hopeIseeyouwell,sir.’

           ‘Quite,Ithankyou,’repliedMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Iwantedtohavealittlebito’conwersationwithyou,sir,’saidMr.Weller,‘ifyoucouldsparemefiveminitsorso,sir.’

           ‘Certainly,’repliedMr.Pickwick.‘Sam,giveyourfatherachair.’

           ‘Thank’ee,Samivel,I’vegotacheerhere,’saidMr.

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