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‘
Then
you
can
arrange
what
’
s
best
to
be
done
,
sir
,
and
we
can
act
accordingly
.
’
As
it
appeared
that
this
was
the
best
arrangement
that
could
be
made
,
it
was
finally
agreed
upon
.
Mr
.
Weller
,
by
his
master
’
s
permission
,
retired
to
spend
the
evening
in
his
own
way
;
and
was
shortly
afterwards
elected
,
by
the
unanimous
voice
of
the
assembled
company
,
into
the
taproom
chair
,
in
which
honourable
post
he
acquitted
himself
so
much
to
the
satisfaction
of
the
gentlemen
-
frequenters
,
that
their
roars
of
laughter
and
approbation
penetrated
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
bedroom
,
and
shortened
the
term
of
his
natural
rest
by
at
least
three
hours
.
Early
on
the
ensuing
morning
,
Mr
.
Weller
was
dispelling
all
the
feverish
remains
of
the
previous
evening
’
s
conviviality
,
through
the
instrumentality
of
a
halfpenny
shower
-
bath
(
having
induced
a
young
gentleman
attached
to
the
stable
department
,
by
the
offer
of
that
coin
,
to
pump
over
his
head
and
face
,
until
he
was
perfectly
restored
)
,
when
he
was
attracted
by
the
appearance
of
a
young
fellow
in
mulberry
-
coloured
livery
,
who
was
sitting
on
a
bench
in
the
yard
,
reading
what
appeared
to
be
a
hymn
-
book
,
with
an
air
of
deep
abstraction
,
but
who
occasionally
stole
a
glance
at
the
individual
under
the
pump
,
as
if
he
took
some
interest
in
his
proceedings
,
nevertheless
.
‘
You
’
re
a
rum
’
un
to
look
at
,
you
are
!
’
thought
Mr
.
Weller
,
the
first
time
his
eyes
encountered
the
glance
of
the
stranger
in
the
mulberry
suit
,
who
had
a
large
,
sallow
,
ugly
face
,
very
sunken
eyes
,
and
a
gigantic
head
,
from
which
depended
a
quantity
of
lank
black
hair
.
‘
You
’
re
a
rum
’
un
!
’
thought
Mr
.
Weller
;
and
thinking
this
,
he
went
on
washing
himself
,
and
thought
no
more
about
him
.
Still
the
man
kept
glancing
from
his
hymn
-
book
to
Sam
,
and
from
Sam
to
his
hymn
-
book
,
as
if
he
wanted
to
open
a
conversation
.
So
at
last
,
Sam
,
by
way
of
giving
him
an
opportunity
,
said
with
a
familiar
nod
—
‘
How
are
you
,
governor
?
’
‘
I
am
happy
to
say
,
I
am
pretty
well
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
man
,
speaking
with
great
deliberation
,
and
closing
the
book
.
‘
I
hope
you
are
the
same
,
Sir
?
’
‘
Why
,
if
I
felt
less
like
a
walking
brandy
-
bottle
I
shouldn
’
t
be
quite
so
staggery
this
mornin
’
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Are
you
stoppin
’
in
this
house
,
old
’
un
?
’
