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‘
With
his
master
,
I
suppose
?
’
‘
Friend
or
master
,
or
whatever
he
is
,
he
’
s
gone
with
him
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
There
’
s
a
pair
on
’
em
,
sir
.
’
‘
Jingle
suspected
my
design
,
and
set
that
fellow
on
you
,
with
this
story
,
I
suppose
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
half
choking
.
‘
Just
that
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
It
was
all
false
,
of
course
?
’
‘
All
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Reg
’
lar
do
,
sir
;
artful
dodge
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
ll
escape
us
quite
so
easily
the
next
time
,
Sam
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
he
will
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Whenever
I
meet
that
Jingle
again
,
wherever
it
is
,
’
said
Mr
Pickwick
,
raising
himself
in
bed
,
and
indenting
his
pillow
with
a
tremendous
blow
,
‘
I
’
ll
inflict
personal
chastisement
on
him
,
in
addition
to
the
exposure
he
so
richly
merits
.
I
will
,
or
my
name
is
not
Pickwick
.
’
