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Showing how Mr. Samuel Weller got into Difficulties

           Yoursonisamostdeservingyoungman,verymuchsoindeed,Sir.It’saverypleasanttraitinayoungman’scharacter,verymuchso,’addedMr.Pell,smilingsmoothlyround,ashebuttonedupthemoney.

           ‘Wotagameitis!’saidtheelderMr.Weller,withachuckle.‘Areg’larprodigyson!’

           ‘Prodigalprodigalson,Sir,’suggestedMr.Pell,mildly.

           ‘Nevermind,Sir,’saidMr.Weller,withdignity.‘Iknowwot’so’clock,Sir.WenIdon’t,I’llaskyou,Sir.’

           Bythetimetheofficerarrived,Samhadmadehimselfsoextremelypopular,thatthecongregatedgentlemendeterminedtoseehimtoprisoninabody.Soofftheyset;theplaintiffanddefendantwalkingarminarm,theofficerinfront,andeightstoutcoachmenbringinguptherear.AtSerjeant’sInnCoffee-housethewholepartyhaltedtorefresh,and,thelegalarrangementsbeingcompleted,theprocessionmovedonagain.

           SomelittlecommotionwasoccasionedinFleetStreet,bythepleasantryoftheeightgentlemenintheflank,whoperseveredinwalkingfourabreast;itwasalsofoundnecessarytoleavethemottled-facedgentlemanbehind,tofightaticket-porter,itbeingarrangedthathisfriendsshouldcallforhimastheycameback.Nothingbuttheselittleincidentsoccurredontheway.WhentheyreachedthegateoftheFleet,thecavalcade,takingthetimefromtheplaintiff,gavethreetremendouscheersforthedefendant,and,afterhavingshakenhandsallround,lefthim.

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