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Mr. Samuel Weller, being intrusted with a Mission of Love, proceeds to execute it; with what Success

           

           Thesurlygroomlookedsurlierstillatthis,butnotsufficientlysotoproduceanyeffectuponSam,whoimmediatelyinquired,withacountenanceofgreatanxiety,whetherhismaster’snamewasnotWalker.

           ‘No,itain’t,’saidthegroom.

           ‘NorBrown,Is’pose?’saidSam.

           ‘No,itain’t.’

           ‘NorVilson?’

           ‘No;northat@ither,’saidthegroom.

           ‘Vell,’repliedSam,‘thenI’mmistaken,andhehasn’tgotthehonouro’myacquaintance,whichIthoughthehad.Don’twaithereouto’complimenttome,’saidSam,asthegroomwheeledinthebarrow,andpreparedtoshutthegate.‘Easeaforeceremony,oldboy;I’llexcuseyou.’

           ‘I’dknockyourheadoffforhalf-a-crown,’saidthesurlygroom,boltingonehalfofthegate.

           ‘Couldn’taffordtohaveitdoneonthoseterms,’rejoinedSam.‘It’udbeworthalife’sboardwagesatleast,toyou,and’udbecheapatthat.Makemycomplimentsindoors.Tell’emnottovaitdinnerforme,andsaytheyneedn’tmindputtin’anyby,forit’llbecoldaforeIcomein.’

           Inreplytothis,thegroomwaxingverywroth,mutteredadesiretodamagesomebody’sperson;butdisappearedwithoutcarryingitintoexecution,slammingthedoorangrilyafterhim,andwhollyunheedingSam’saffectionaterequest,thathewouldleavehimalockofhishairbeforehewent.

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