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‘
You
must
ha
’
been
an
uncommon
nice
boy
,
to
go
to
school
vith
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
was
,
sir
,
’
replied
Job
,
heaving
a
deep
sigh
;
‘
I
was
the
idol
of
the
place
.
’
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
don
’
t
wonder
at
it
.
What
a
comfort
you
must
ha
’
been
to
your
blessed
mother
.
’
At
these
words
,
Mr
.
Job
Trotter
inserted
an
end
of
the
pink
handkerchief
into
the
corner
of
each
eye
,
one
after
the
other
,
and
began
to
weep
copiously
.
‘
Wot
’
s
the
matter
with
the
man
,
’
said
Sam
,
indignantly
.
‘
Chelsea
water
-
works
is
nothin
’
to
you
.
What
are
you
melting
vith
now
?
The
consciousness
o
’
willainy
?
’
‘
I
cannot
keep
my
feelings
down
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Job
,
after
a
short
pause
.
‘
To
think
that
my
master
should
have
suspected
the
conversation
I
had
with
yours
,
and
so
dragged
me
away
in
a
post
-
chaise
,
and
after
persuading
the
sweet
young
lady
to
say
she
knew
nothing
of
him
,
and
bribing
the
school
-
mistress
to
do
the
same
,
deserted
her
for
a
better
speculation
!
Oh
!
Mr
.
Weller
,
it
makes
me
shudder
.
’
‘
Oh
,
that
was
the
vay
,
was
it
?
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
To
be
sure
it
was
,
’
replied
Job
.
‘
Vell
,
’
said
Sam
,
as
they
had
now
arrived
near
the
hotel
,
‘
I
vant
to
have
a
little
bit
o
’
talk
with
you
,
Job
;
so
if
you
’
re
not
partickler
engaged
,
I
should
like
to
see
you
at
the
Great
White
Horse
to
-
night
,
somewheres
about
eight
o
’
clock
.
’
