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‘
You
will
excuse
my
not
taking
more
notice
of
you
then
,
’
said
Mr
.
Muzzle
.
‘
You
see
,
master
hadn
’
t
introduced
us
,
then
.
Lord
,
how
fond
he
is
of
you
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
to
be
sure
!
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Sam
,
‘
what
a
pleasant
chap
he
is
!
’
‘
Ain
’
t
he
?
‘
replied
Mr
.
Muzzle
.
‘
So
much
humour
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
And
such
a
man
to
speak
,
’
said
Mr
.
Muzzle
.
‘
How
his
ideas
flow
,
don
’
t
they
?
’
‘
Wonderful
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
they
comes
a
-
pouring
out
,
knocking
each
other
’
s
heads
so
fast
,
that
they
seems
to
stun
one
another
;
you
hardly
know
what
he
’
s
arter
,
do
you
?
’
‘
That
’
s
the
great
merit
of
his
style
of
speaking
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Muzzle
.
‘
Take
care
of
the
last
step
,
Mr
.
Weller
.
Would
you
like
to
wash
your
hands
,
sir
,
before
we
join
the
ladies
’
!
Here
’
s
a
sink
,
with
the
water
laid
on
,
Sir
,
and
a
clean
jack
towel
behind
the
door
.
’
‘
Ah
!
perhaps
I
may
as
well
have
a
rinse
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
applying
plenty
of
yellow
soap
to
the
towel
,
and
rubbing
away
till
his
face
shone
again
.
‘
How
many
ladies
are
there
?
’
‘
Only
two
in
our
kitchen
,
’
said
Mr
.
Muzzle
;
‘
cook
and
‘
ouse
-
maid
.
We
keep
a
boy
to
do
the
dirty
work
,
and
a
gal
besides
,
but
they
dine
in
the
wash
’
us
.
’
‘
Oh
,
they
dines
in
the
wash
’
us
,
do
they
?
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
