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‘
My
father
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
How
are
you
,
my
ancient
?
’
And
with
this
beautiful
ebullition
of
filial
affection
,
Mr
.
Weller
made
room
on
the
seat
beside
him
,
for
the
stout
man
,
who
advanced
pipe
in
mouth
and
pot
in
hand
,
to
greet
him
.
‘
Wy
,
Sammy
,
’
said
the
father
,
‘
I
ha
’
n
’
t
seen
you
,
for
two
year
and
better
.
’
‘
Nor
more
you
have
,
old
codger
,
’
replied
the
son
.
‘
How
’
s
mother
-
in
-
law
?
’
‘
Wy
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
with
much
solemnity
in
his
manner
;
‘
there
never
was
a
nicer
woman
as
a
widder
,
than
that
‘
ere
second
wentur
o
’
mine
—
a
sweet
creetur
she
was
,
Sammy
;
all
I
can
say
on
her
now
,
is
,
that
as
she
was
such
an
uncommon
pleasant
widder
,
it
’
s
a
great
pity
she
ever
changed
her
condition
.
She
don
’
t
act
as
a
vife
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
she
,
though
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Weller
,
junior
.
The
elder
Mr
.
Weller
shook
his
head
,
as
he
replied
with
a
sigh
,
‘
I
’
ve
done
it
once
too
often
,
Sammy
;
I
’
ve
done
it
once
too
often
.
Take
example
by
your
father
,
my
boy
,
and
be
wery
careful
o
’
widders
all
your
life
,
‘
specially
if
they
’
ve
kept
a
public
-
house
,
Sammy
.
’
Having
delivered
this
parental
advice
with
great
pathos
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
refilled
his
pipe
from
a
tin
box
he
carried
in
his
pocket
;
and
,
lighting
his
fresh
pipe
from
the
ashes
of
the
old
One
,
commenced
smoking
at
a
great
rate
.
‘
Beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
he
said
,
renewing
the
subject
,
and
addressing
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
a
considerable
pause
,
‘
nothin
’
personal
,
I
hope
,
sir
;
I
hope
you
ha
’
n
’
t
got
a
widder
,
sir
.
’
‘
Not
I
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
laughing
;
and
while
Mr
.
Pickwick
laughed
,
Sam
Weller
informed
his
parent
in
a
whisper
,
of
the
relation
in
which
he
stood
towards
that
gentleman
.
‘
Beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
taking
off
his
hat
,
‘
I
hope
you
’
ve
no
fault
to
find
with
Sammy
,
Sir
?
’
