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‘
I
shall
work
down
to
Ipswich
the
day
arter
to
-
morrow
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
the
elder
,
‘
from
the
Bull
in
Whitechapel
;
and
if
you
really
mean
to
go
,
you
’
d
better
go
with
me
.
’
‘
So
we
had
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
very
true
;
I
can
write
to
Bury
,
and
tell
them
to
meet
me
at
Ipswich
.
We
will
go
with
you
.
But
don
’
t
hurry
away
,
Mr
.
Weller
;
won
’
t
you
take
anything
?
’
‘
You
’
re
wery
good
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
W
.
,
stopping
short
;
—
‘
perhaps
a
small
glass
of
brandy
to
drink
your
health
,
and
success
to
Sammy
,
Sir
,
wouldn
’
t
be
amiss
.
’
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
A
glass
of
brandy
here
!
’
The
brandy
was
brought
;
and
Mr
.
Weller
,
after
pulling
his
hair
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
nodding
to
Sam
,
jerked
it
down
his
capacious
throat
as
if
it
had
been
a
small
thimbleful
.
‘
Well
done
,
father
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
take
care
,
old
fellow
,
or
you
’
ll
have
a
touch
of
your
old
complaint
,
the
gout
.
’
‘
I
’
ve
found
a
sov
’
rin
’
cure
for
that
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
setting
down
the
glass
.
‘
A
sovereign
cure
for
the
gout
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
hastily
producing
his
note
-
book
—
‘
what
is
it
?
’
‘
The
gout
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
the
gout
is
a
complaint
as
arises
from
too
much
ease
and
comfort
.
If
ever
you
’
re
attacked
with
the
gout
,
sir
,
jist
you
marry
a
widder
as
has
got
a
good
loud
woice
,
with
a
decent
notion
of
usin
’
it
,
and
you
’
ll
never
have
the
gout
agin
.
It
’
s
a
capital
prescription
,
sir
.
I
takes
it
reg
’
lar
,
and
I
can
warrant
it
to
drive
away
any
illness
as
is
caused
by
too
much
jollity
.
’
Having
imparted
this
valuable
secret
,
Mr
.
Weller
drained
his
glass
once
more
,
produced
a
laboured
wink
,
sighed
deeply
,
and
slowly
retired
.
‘
Well
,
what
do
you
think
of
what
your
father
says
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
smile
.
‘
Think
,
Sir
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
why
,
I
think
he
’
s
the
wictim
o
’
connubiality
,
as
Blue
Beard
’
s
domestic
chaplain
said
,
vith
a
tear
of
pity
,
ven
he
buried
him
.
’
