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           Then,hewouldburyinaquartpot,asmuchofhiscountenanceasthedimensionsofthequartpotadmittedofitsreceiving,andtakeanotherlookatSamandMr.Pickwick.Thenhewouldtakeanotherhalf-dozenpuffswithanairofprofoundmeditationandlookatthemagain.Atlastthestoutman,puttinguphislegsontheseat,andleaninghisbackagainstthewall,begantopuffathispipewithoutleavingoffatall,andtostarethroughthesmokeatthenew-comers,asifhehadmadeuphismindtoseethemosthecouldofthem.

           AtfirsttheevolutionsofthestoutmanhadescapedMr.Weller’sobservation,butbydegrees,ashesawMr.Pickwick’seyeseverynowandthenturningtowardshim,hebegantogazeinthesamedirection,atthesametimeshadinghiseyeswithhishand,asifhepartiallyrecognisedtheobjectbeforehim,andwishedtomakequitesureofitsidentity.Hisdoubtswerespeedilydispelled,however;forthestoutmanhavingblownathickcloudfromhispipe,ahoarsevoice,likesomestrangeeffortofventriloquism,emergedfrombeneaththecapaciousshawlswhichmuffledhisthroatandchest,andslowlyutteredthesesounds‘Wy,Sammy!’

           ‘Who’sthat,Sam?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

           ‘Why,Iwouldn’tha’believedit,Sir,’repliedMr.Weller,withastonishedeyes.‘It’stheold’un.’

           ‘Oldone,’saidMr.Pickwick.‘Whatoldone?’

           ‘Myfather,sir,’repliedMr.Weller.

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