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‘
I
’
m
wery
sorry
,
Sammy
,
’
said
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
shaking
up
the
ale
,
by
describing
small
circles
with
the
pot
,
preparatory
to
drinking
.
‘
I
’
m
wery
sorry
,
Sammy
,
to
hear
from
your
lips
,
as
you
let
yourself
be
gammoned
by
that
‘
ere
mulberry
man
.
I
always
thought
,
up
to
three
days
ago
,
that
the
names
of
Veller
and
gammon
could
never
come
into
contract
,
Sammy
,
never
.
’
‘
Always
exceptin
’
the
case
of
a
widder
,
of
course
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Widders
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
slightly
changing
colour
.
‘
Widders
are
‘
ceptions
to
ev
’
ry
rule
.
I
have
heerd
how
many
ordinary
women
one
widder
’
s
equal
to
in
pint
o
’
comin
’
over
you
.
I
think
it
’
s
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
but
I
don
’
t
rightly
know
vether
it
ain
’
t
more
.
’
‘
Well
;
that
’
s
pretty
well
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Besides
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Weller
,
not
noticing
the
interruption
,
‘
that
’
s
a
wery
different
thing
.
You
know
what
the
counsel
said
,
Sammy
,
as
defended
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
as
beat
his
wife
with
the
poker
,
venever
he
got
jolly
.
"
And
arter
all
,
my
Lord
,
"
says
he
,
"
it
’
s
a
amiable
weakness
.
"
So
I
says
respectin
’
widders
,
Sammy
,
and
so
you
’
ll
say
,
ven
you
gets
as
old
as
me
.
’
‘
I
ought
to
ha
’
know
’
d
better
,
I
know
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Ought
to
ha
’
know
’
d
better
!
’
repeated
Mr
.
Weller
,
striking
the
table
with
his
fist
.
‘
Ought
to
ha
’
know
’
d
better
!
why
,
I
know
a
young
’
un
as
hasn
’
t
had
half
nor
quarter
your
eddication
—
as
hasn
’
t
slept
about
the
markets
,
no
,
not
six
months
—
who
’
d
ha
’
scorned
to
be
let
in
,
in
such
a
vay
;
scorned
it
,
Sammy
.
’
In
the
excitement
of
feeling
produced
by
this
agonising
reflection
,
Mr
.
Weller
rang
the
bell
,
and
ordered
an
additional
pint
of
ale
.
‘
Well
,
it
’
s
no
use
talking
about
it
now
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
It
’
s
over
,
and
can
’
t
be
helped
,
and
that
’
s
one
consolation
,
as
they
always
says
in
Turkey
,
ven
they
cuts
the
wrong
man
’
s
head
off
.
It
’
s
my
innings
now
,
gov
’
nor
,
and
as
soon
as
I
catches
hold
o
’
this
‘
ere
Trotter
,
I
’
ll
have
a
good
’
un
.
’
‘
I
hope
you
will
,
Sammy
.
I
hope
you
will
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Here
’
s
your
health
,
Sammy
,
and
may
you
speedily
vipe
off
the
disgrace
as
you
’
ve
inflicted
on
the
family
name
.
’
In
honour
of
this
toast
Mr
.
Weller
imbibed
at
a
draught
,
at
least
two
-
thirds
of
a
newly
-
arrived
pint
,
and
handed
it
over
to
his
son
,
to
dispose
of
the
remainder
,
which
he
instantaneously
did
.
