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‘
Not
they
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
touching
his
hat
.
‘
I
lodged
in
the
same
house
vith
a
pieman
once
,
sir
,
and
a
wery
nice
man
he
was
—
reg
’
lar
clever
chap
,
too
—
make
pies
out
o
’
anything
,
he
could
.
"
What
a
number
o
’
cats
you
keep
,
Mr
.
Brooks
,
"
says
I
,
when
I
’
d
got
intimate
with
him
.
"
Ah
,
"
says
he
,
"
I
do
—
a
good
many
,
"
says
he
,
"
You
must
be
wery
fond
o
’
cats
,
"
says
I
.
"
Other
people
is
,
"
says
he
,
a
-
winkin
’
at
me
;
"
they
ain
’
t
in
season
till
the
winter
though
,
"
says
he
.
"
Not
in
season
!
"
says
I
.
"
No
,
"
says
he
,
"
fruits
is
in
,
cats
is
out
.
"
"
Why
,
what
do
you
mean
?
"
says
I
.
"
Mean
!
"
says
he
.
"
That
I
’
ll
never
be
a
party
to
the
combination
o
’
the
butchers
,
to
keep
up
the
price
o
’
meat
,
"
says
he
.
"
Mr
.
Weller
,
"
says
he
,
a
-
squeezing
my
hand
wery
hard
,
and
vispering
in
my
ear
—
"
don
’
t
mention
this
here
agin
—
but
it
’
s
the
seasonin
’
as
does
it
.
They
’
re
all
made
o
’
them
noble
animals
,
"
says
he
,
a
-
pointin
’
to
a
wery
nice
little
tabby
kitten
,
"
and
I
seasons
’
em
for
beefsteak
,
weal
or
kidney
,
‘
cording
to
the
demand
.
And
more
than
that
,
"
says
he
,
"
I
can
make
a
weal
a
beef
-
steak
,
or
a
beef
-
steak
a
kidney
,
or
any
one
on
’
em
a
mutton
,
at
a
minute
’
s
notice
,
just
as
the
market
changes
,
and
appetites
wary
!
"
’
‘
He
must
have
been
a
very
ingenious
young
man
,
that
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
slight
shudder
.
‘
Just
was
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
continuing
his
occupation
of
emptying
the
basket
,
‘
and
the
pies
was
beautiful
.
Tongue
—
well
that
’
s
a
wery
good
thing
when
it
ain
’
t
a
woman
’
s
.
Bread
—
knuckle
o
’
ham
,
reg
’
lar
picter
—
cold
beef
in
slices
,
wery
good
.
What
’
s
in
them
stone
jars
,
young
touch
-
and
-
go
?
’
‘
Beer
in
this
one
,
’
replied
the
boy
,
taking
from
his
shoulder
a
couple
of
large
stone
bottles
,
fastened
together
by
a
leathern
strap
—
‘
cold
punch
in
t
’
other
.
’
‘
And
a
wery
good
notion
of
a
lunch
it
is
,
take
it
altogether
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
surveying
his
arrangement
of
the
repast
with
great
satisfaction
.
‘
Now
,
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
"
fall
on
,
"
as
the
English
said
to
the
French
when
they
fixed
bagginets
.
’
It
needed
no
second
invitation
to
induce
the
party
to
yield
full
justice
to
the
meal
;
and
as
little
pressing
did
it
require
to
induce
Mr
.
Weller
,
the
long
gamekeeper
,
and
the
two
boys
,
to
station
themselves
on
the
grass
,
at
a
little
distance
,
and
do
good
execution
upon
a
decent
proportion
of
the
viands
.
An
old
oak
afforded
a
pleasant
shelter
to
the
group
,
and
a
rich
prospect
of
arable
and
meadow
land
,
intersected
with
luxuriant
hedges
,
and
richly
ornamented
with
wood
,
lay
spread
out
before
them
.
‘
This
is
delightful
—
thoroughly
delightful
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
the
skin
of
whose
expressive
countenance
was
rapidly
peeling
off
,
with
exposure
to
the
sun
.
‘
So
it
is
—
so
it
is
,
old
fellow
,
’
replied
Wardle
.
‘
Come
;
a
glass
of
punch
!
’
