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‘
What
do
you
think
them
women
does
t
’
other
day
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Weller
,
after
a
short
pause
,
during
which
he
had
significantly
struck
the
side
of
his
nose
with
his
forefinger
some
half
-
dozen
times
.
‘
What
do
you
think
they
does
,
t
’
other
day
,
Sammy
?
’
‘
Don
’
t
know
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
what
?
’
‘
Goes
and
gets
up
a
grand
tea
drinkin
’
for
a
feller
they
calls
their
shepherd
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
I
was
a
-
standing
starin
’
in
at
the
pictur
shop
down
at
our
place
,
when
I
sees
a
little
bill
about
it
;
"
tickets
half
-
a
-
crown
.
All
applications
to
be
made
to
the
committee
.
Secretary
,
Mrs
.
Weller
"
;
and
when
I
got
home
there
was
the
committee
a
-
sittin
’
in
our
back
parlour
.
Fourteen
women
;
I
wish
you
could
ha
’
heard
’
em
,
Sammy
.
There
they
was
,
a
-
passin
’
resolutions
,
and
wotin
’
supplies
,
and
all
sorts
o
’
games
.
Well
,
what
with
your
mother
-
in
-
law
a
-
worrying
me
to
go
,
and
what
with
my
looking
for
’
ard
to
seein
’
some
queer
starts
if
I
did
,
I
put
my
name
down
for
a
ticket
;
at
six
o
’
clock
on
the
Friday
evenin
’
I
dresses
myself
out
wery
smart
,
and
off
I
goes
with
the
old
‘
ooman
,
and
up
we
walks
into
a
fust
-
floor
where
there
was
tea
-
things
for
thirty
,
and
a
whole
lot
o
’
women
as
begins
whisperin
’
to
one
another
,
and
lookin
’
at
me
,
as
if
they
’
d
never
seen
a
rayther
stout
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
of
eight
-
and
-
fifty
afore
.
By
and
by
,
there
comes
a
great
bustle
downstairs
,
and
a
lanky
chap
with
a
red
nose
and
a
white
neckcloth
rushes
up
,
and
sings
out
,
"
Here
’
s
the
shepherd
a
-
coming
to
wisit
his
faithful
flock
;
"
and
in
comes
a
fat
chap
in
black
,
vith
a
great
white
face
,
a
-
smilin
’
avay
like
clockwork
.
Such
goin
’
s
on
,
Sammy
!
"
The
kiss
of
peace
,
"
says
the
shepherd
;
and
then
he
kissed
the
women
all
round
,
and
ven
he
’
d
done
,
the
man
vith
the
red
nose
began
.
I
was
just
a
-
thinkin
’
whether
I
hadn
’
t
better
begin
too
—
‘
specially
as
there
was
a
wery
nice
lady
a
-
sittin
’
next
me
—
ven
in
comes
the
tea
,
and
your
mother
-
in
-
law
,
as
had
been
makin
’
the
kettle
bile
downstairs
.
At
it
they
went
,
tooth
and
nail
.
Such
a
precious
loud
hymn
,
Sammy
,
while
the
tea
was
a
brewing
;
such
a
grace
,
such
eatin
’
and
drinkin
’
!
I
wish
you
could
ha
’
seen
the
shepherd
walkin
’
into
the
ham
and
muffins
.
I
never
see
such
a
chap
to
eat
and
drink
—
never
.
The
red
-
nosed
man
warn
’
t
by
no
means
the
sort
of
person
you
’
d
like
to
grub
by
contract
,
but
he
was
nothin
’
to
the
shepherd
.
Well
;
arter
the
tea
was
over
,
they
sang
another
hymn
,
and
then
the
shepherd
began
to
preach
:
and
wery
well
he
did
it
,
considerin
’
how
heavy
them
muffins
must
have
lied
on
his
chest
.
Presently
he
pulls
up
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
and
hollers
out
,
"
Where
is
the
sinner
;
where
is
the
mis
’
rable
sinner
?
"
Upon
which
,
all
the
women
looked
at
me
,
and
began
to
groan
as
if
they
was
a
-
dying
.
I
thought
it
was
rather
sing
’
ler
,
but
howsoever
,
I
says
nothing
.
Presently
he
pulls
up
again
,
and
lookin
’
wery
hard
at
me
,
says
,
"
Where
is
the
sinner
;
where
is
the
mis
’
rable
sinner
?
"
and
all
the
women
groans
again
,
ten
times
louder
than
afore
.
I
got
rather
savage
at
this
,
so
I
takes
a
step
or
two
for
’
ard
and
says
,
"
My
friend
,
"
says
I
,
"
did
you
apply
that
‘
ere
obserwation
to
me
?
"
‘
Stead
of
beggin
’
my
pardon
as
any
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
would
ha
’
done
,
he
got
more
abusive
than
ever
:
—
called
me
a
wessel
,
Sammy
—
a
wessel
of
wrath
—
and
all
sorts
o
’
names
.
So
my
blood
being
reg
’
larly
up
,
I
first
gave
him
two
or
three
for
himself
,
and
then
two
or
three
more
to
hand
over
to
the
man
with
the
red
nose
,
and
walked
off
.
I
wish
you
could
ha
’
heard
how
the
women
screamed
,
Sammy
,
ven
they
picked
up
the
shepherd
from
underneath
the
table
—
Hollo
!
here
’
s
the
governor
,
the
size
of
life
.
’
As
Mr
.
Weller
spoke
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
dismounted
from
a
cab
,
and
entered
the
yard
.
‘
Fine
mornin
’
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
.
‘
Beautiful
indeed
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Beautiful
indeed
,
’
echoes
a
red
-
haired
man
with
an
inquisitive
nose
and
green
spectacles
,
who
had
unpacked
himself
from
a
cab
at
the
same
moment
as
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Going
to
Ipswich
,
Sir
?
’
‘
I
am
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
