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‘
Yes
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Muzzle
,
‘
we
tried
’
em
at
our
table
when
they
first
come
,
but
we
couldn
’
t
keep
’
em
.
The
gal
’
s
manners
is
dreadful
vulgar
;
and
the
boy
breathes
so
very
hard
while
he
’
s
eating
,
that
we
found
it
impossible
to
sit
at
table
with
him
.
’
‘
Young
grampus
!
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Oh
,
dreadful
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Muzzle
;
‘
but
that
is
the
worst
of
country
service
,
Mr
.
Weller
;
the
juniors
is
always
so
very
savage
.
This
way
,
sir
,
if
you
please
,
this
way
.
’
Preceding
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
the
utmost
politeness
,
Mr
.
Muzzle
conducted
him
into
the
kitchen
.
‘
Mary
,
’
said
Mr
.
Muzzle
to
the
pretty
servant
-
girl
,
‘
this
is
Mr
.
Weller
;
a
gentleman
as
master
has
sent
down
,
to
be
made
as
comfortable
as
possible
.
’
‘
And
your
master
’
s
a
knowin
’
hand
,
and
has
just
sent
me
to
the
right
place
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
a
glance
of
admiration
at
Mary
.
‘
If
I
wos
master
o
’
this
here
house
,
I
should
alvays
find
the
materials
for
comfort
vere
Mary
wos
.
’
‘
Lor
,
Mr
.
Weller
!
’
said
Mary
blushing
.
‘
Well
,
I
never
!
’
ejaculated
the
cook
.
‘
Bless
me
,
cook
,
I
forgot
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Muzzle
.
‘
Mr
.
Weller
,
let
me
introduce
you
.
’
‘
How
are
you
,
ma
’
am
?
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Wery
glad
to
see
you
,
indeed
,
and
hope
our
acquaintance
may
be
a
long
’
un
,
as
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
said
to
the
fi
’
pun
’
note
.
’
