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As
Mr
.
Weller
appeared
fully
disposed
to
act
up
to
the
spirit
of
this
address
,
Mr
.
Trotter
gradually
allowed
his
face
to
resume
its
natural
expression
;
and
then
giving
a
start
of
joy
,
exclaimed
,
‘
What
do
I
see
?
Mr
.
Walker
!
’
‘
Ah
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
You
’
re
wery
glad
to
see
me
,
ain
’
t
you
?
’
‘
Glad
!
’
exclaimed
Job
Trotter
;
‘
oh
,
Mr
.
Walker
,
if
you
had
but
known
how
I
have
looked
forward
to
this
meeting
!
It
is
too
much
,
Mr
.
Walker
;
I
cannot
bear
it
,
indeed
I
cannot
.
’
And
with
these
words
,
Mr
.
Trotter
burst
into
a
regular
inundation
of
tears
,
and
,
flinging
his
arms
around
those
of
Mr
.
Weller
,
embraced
him
closely
,
in
an
ecstasy
of
joy
.
‘
Get
off
!
’
cried
Sam
,
indignant
at
this
process
,
and
vainly
endeavouring
to
extricate
himself
from
the
grasp
of
his
enthusiastic
acquaintance
.
‘
Get
off
,
I
tell
you
.
What
are
you
crying
over
me
for
,
you
portable
engine
?
’
‘
Because
I
am
so
glad
to
see
you
,
’
replied
Job
Trotter
,
gradually
releasing
Mr
.
Weller
,
as
the
first
symptoms
of
his
pugnacity
disappeared
.
‘
Oh
,
Mr
.
Walker
,
this
is
too
much
.
’
‘
Too
much
!
’
echoed
Sam
,
‘
I
think
it
is
too
much
—
rayther
!
Now
,
what
have
you
got
to
say
to
me
,
eh
?
’
Mr
.
Trotter
made
no
reply
;
for
the
little
pink
pocket
-
handkerchief
was
in
full
force
.
‘
What
have
you
got
to
say
to
me
,
afore
I
knock
your
head
off
?
’
repeated
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
a
threatening
manner
.
‘
Eh
!
’
said
Mr
.
Trotter
,
with
a
look
of
virtuous
surprise
.
