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‘
You
had
better
come
up
a
step
or
two
higher
,
if
you
can
’
t
,
’
added
Mr
.
Fogg
.
‘
Go
on
,
Sir
;
do
go
on
.
You
had
better
call
us
thieves
,
Sir
;
or
perhaps
You
would
like
to
assault
one
Of
US
.
Pray
do
it
,
Sir
,
if
you
would
;
we
will
not
make
the
smallest
resistance
.
Pray
do
it
,
Sir
.
’
As
Fogg
put
himself
very
temptingly
within
the
reach
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
clenched
fist
,
there
is
little
doubt
that
that
gentleman
would
have
complied
with
his
earnest
entreaty
,
but
for
the
interposition
of
Sam
,
who
,
hearing
the
dispute
,
emerged
from
the
office
,
mounted
the
stairs
,
and
seized
his
master
by
the
arm
.
‘
You
just
come
away
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Battledore
and
shuttlecock
’
s
a
wery
good
game
,
vhen
you
ain
’
t
the
shuttlecock
and
two
lawyers
the
battledores
,
in
which
case
it
gets
too
excitin
’
to
be
pleasant
.
Come
avay
,
Sir
.
If
you
want
to
ease
your
mind
by
blowing
up
somebody
,
come
out
into
the
court
and
blow
up
me
;
but
it
’
s
rayther
too
expensive
work
to
be
carried
on
here
.
’
And
without
the
slightest
ceremony
,
Mr
.
Weller
hauled
his
master
down
the
stairs
,
and
down
the
court
,
and
having
safely
deposited
him
in
Cornhill
,
fell
behind
,
prepared
to
follow
whithersoever
he
should
lead
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
walked
on
abstractedly
,
crossed
opposite
the
Mansion
House
,
and
bent
his
steps
up
Cheapside
.
Sam
began
to
wonder
where
they
were
going
,
when
his
master
turned
round
,
and
said
—
‘
Sam
,
I
will
go
immediately
to
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
.
’
‘
That
’
s
just
exactly
the
wery
place
vere
you
ought
to
have
gone
last
night
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
I
think
it
is
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
KNOW
it
is
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Well
,
well
,
Sam
,
’
replied
Mr
.
