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‘
Oh
,
yes
,
he
is
here
,
and
I
grieve
to
say
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
he
is
going
on
worse
than
ever
.
’
‘
Ah
,
ah
!
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Oh
,
shocking
—
terrible
!
’
‘
At
a
boarding
-
school
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
No
,
not
at
a
boarding
-
school
,
’
replied
Job
Trotter
,
with
the
same
sly
look
which
Sam
had
noticed
before
;
‘
not
at
a
boarding
-
school
.
’
‘
At
the
house
with
the
green
gate
?
’
said
Sam
,
eyeing
his
companion
closely
.
‘
No
,
no
—
oh
,
not
there
,
’
replied
Job
,
with
a
quickness
very
unusual
to
him
,
‘
not
there
.
’
‘
What
was
you
a
-
doin
’
there
?
’
asked
Sam
,
with
a
sharp
glance
.
‘
Got
inside
the
gate
by
accident
,
perhaps
?
’
‘
Why
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
replied
Job
,
‘
I
don
’
t
mind
telling
you
my
little
secrets
,
because
,
you
know
,
we
took
such
a
fancy
for
each
other
when
we
first
met
.
You
recollect
how
pleasant
we
were
that
morning
?
’
