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‘
I
shall
be
sure
to
come
,
’
said
Job
.
‘
Yes
,
you
’
d
better
,
’
replied
Sam
,
with
a
very
meaning
look
,
‘
or
else
I
shall
perhaps
be
askin
’
arter
you
,
at
the
other
side
of
the
green
gate
,
and
then
I
might
cut
you
out
,
you
know
.
’
‘
I
shall
be
sure
to
be
with
you
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Trotter
;
and
wringing
Sam
’
s
hand
with
the
utmost
fervour
,
he
walked
away
.
‘
Take
care
,
Job
Trotter
,
take
care
,
’
said
Sam
,
looking
after
him
,
‘
or
I
shall
be
one
too
many
for
you
this
time
.
I
shall
,
indeed
.
’
Having
uttered
this
soliloquy
,
and
looked
after
Job
till
he
was
to
be
seen
no
more
,
Mr
.
Weller
made
the
best
of
his
way
to
his
master
’
s
bedroom
.
‘
It
’
s
all
in
training
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
What
’
s
in
training
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
‘
I
’
ve
found
’
em
out
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Found
out
who
?
’
‘
That
‘
ere
queer
customer
,
and
the
melan
-
cholly
chap
with
the
black
hair
.
’
‘
Impossible
,
Sam
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
the
greatest
energy
.
‘
Where
are
they
,
Sam
:
where
are
they
?
’
