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In which Mr. Samuel Weller begins to devote his Energies to the Return Match between himself and Mr.

           ‘TothinkthatmymastershouldhavesuspectedtheconversationIhadwithyours,andsodraggedmeawayinapost-chaise,andafterpersuadingthesweetyoungladytosaysheknewnothingofhim,andbribingtheschool-mistresstodothesame,desertedherforabetterspeculation!Oh!Mr.Weller,itmakesmeshudder.’

           ‘Oh,thatwasthevay,wasit?’saidMr.Weller.

           ‘Tobesureitwas,’repliedJob.

           ‘Vell,’saidSam,astheyhadnowarrivednearthehotel,‘Ivanttohavealittlebito’talkwithyou,Job;soifyou’renotparticklerengaged,IshouldliketoseeyouattheGreatWhiteHorseto-night,somewheresabouteighto’clock.’

           ‘Ishallbesuretocome,’saidJob.

           ‘Yes,you’dbetter,’repliedSam,withaverymeaninglook,‘orelseIshallperhapsbeaskin’arteryou,attheothersideofthegreengate,andthenImightcutyouout,youknow.’

           ‘Ishallbesuretobewithyou,sir,’saidMr.Trotter;andwringingSam’shandwiththeutmostfervour,hewalkedaway.

           ‘Takecare,JobTrotter,takecare,’saidSam,lookingafterhim,‘orIshallbeonetoomanyforyouthistime.Ishall,indeed.’Havingutteredthissoliloquy,andlookedafterJobtillhewastobeseennomore,Mr.Wellermadethebestofhiswaytohismaster’sbedroom.

           ‘It’sallintraining,Sir,’saidSam.

           ‘What’sintraining,Sam?’inquiredMr.Pickwick

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