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‘
Ah
,
so
it
is
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
at
his
watch
.
‘
You
are
right
,
Sam
.
’
‘
And
if
I
might
adwise
,
Sir
,
’
added
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
I
’
d
just
have
a
good
night
’
s
rest
arterwards
,
and
not
begin
inquiring
arter
this
here
deep
’
un
till
the
mornin
’
.
There
’
s
nothin
’
so
refreshen
’
as
sleep
,
sir
,
as
the
servant
girl
said
afore
she
drank
the
egg
-
cupful
of
laudanum
.
’
‘
I
think
you
are
right
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
But
I
must
first
ascertain
that
he
is
in
the
house
,
and
not
likely
to
go
away
.
’
‘
Leave
that
to
me
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Let
me
order
you
a
snug
little
dinner
,
and
make
my
inquiries
below
while
it
’
s
a
-
getting
ready
;
I
could
worm
ev
’
ry
secret
out
O
’
the
boots
’
s
heart
,
in
five
minutes
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Do
so
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
and
Mr
.
Weller
at
once
retired
.
In
half
an
hour
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
seated
at
a
very
satisfactory
dinner
;
and
in
three
-
quarters
Mr
.
Weller
returned
with
the
intelligence
that
Mr
.
Charles
Fitz
–
Marshall
had
ordered
his
private
room
to
be
retained
for
him
,
until
further
notice
.
He
was
going
to
spend
the
evening
at
some
private
house
in
the
neighbourhood
,
had
ordered
the
boots
to
sit
up
until
his
return
,
and
had
taken
his
servant
with
him
.
‘
Now
,
sir
,
’
argued
Mr
.
Weller
,
when
he
had
concluded
his
report
,
‘
if
I
can
get
a
talk
with
this
here
servant
in
the
mornin
’
,
he
’
ll
tell
me
all
his
master
’
s
concerns
.
’
‘
How
do
you
know
that
?
’
interposed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Bless
your
heart
,
sir
,
servants
always
do
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Oh
,
ah
,
I
forgot
that
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Well
.
’
