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‘
No
.
’
‘
Yes
;
and
worse
than
that
,
too
,
he
’
s
going
to
run
away
with
an
immense
rich
heiress
,
from
boarding
-
school
.
’
‘
What
a
dragon
!
’
said
Sam
,
refilling
his
companion
’
s
glass
.
‘
It
’
s
some
boarding
-
school
in
this
town
,
I
suppose
,
ain
’
t
it
?
’
Now
,
although
this
question
was
put
in
the
most
careless
tone
imaginable
,
Mr
.
Job
Trotter
plainly
showed
by
gestures
that
he
perceived
his
new
friend
’
s
anxiety
to
draw
forth
an
answer
to
it
.
He
emptied
his
glass
,
looked
mysteriously
at
his
companion
,
winked
both
of
his
small
eyes
,
one
after
the
other
,
and
finally
made
a
motion
with
his
arm
,
as
if
he
were
working
an
imaginary
pump
-
handle
;
thereby
intimating
that
he
(
Mr
.
Trotter
)
considered
himself
as
undergoing
the
process
of
being
pumped
by
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
.
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Trotter
,
in
conclusion
,
‘
that
’
s
not
to
be
told
to
everybody
.
That
is
a
secret
—
a
great
secret
,
Mr
.
Walker
.
’
As
the
mulberry
man
said
this
,
he
turned
his
glass
upside
down
,
by
way
of
reminding
his
companion
that
he
had
nothing
left
wherewith
to
slake
his
thirst
.
Sam
observed
the
hint
;
and
feeling
the
delicate
manner
in
which
it
was
conveyed
,
ordered
the
pewter
vessel
to
be
refilled
,
whereat
the
small
eyes
of
the
mulberry
man
glistened
.
‘
And
so
it
’
s
a
secret
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
should
rather
suspect
it
was
,
’
said
the
mulberry
man
,
sipping
his
liquor
,
with
a
complacent
face
.
‘
i
suppose
your
mas
’
r
’
s
wery
rich
?
’
said
Sam
.
Mr
.
Trotter
smiled
,
and
holding
his
glass
in
his
left
hand
,
gave
four
distinct
slaps
on
the
pockets
of
his
mulberry
indescribables
with
his
right
,
as
if
to
intimate
that
his
master
might
have
done
the
same
without
alarming
anybody
much
by
the
chinking
of
coin
.
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
that
’
s
the
game
,
is
it
?
’
