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When
this
ceremony
of
introduction
had
been
gone
through
,
the
cook
and
Mary
retired
into
the
back
kitchen
to
titter
,
for
ten
minutes
;
then
returning
,
all
giggles
and
blushes
,
they
sat
down
to
dinner
.
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
easy
manners
and
conversational
powers
had
such
irresistible
influence
with
his
new
friends
,
that
before
the
dinner
was
half
over
,
they
were
on
a
footing
of
perfect
intimacy
,
and
in
possession
of
a
full
account
of
the
delinquency
of
Job
Trotter
.
‘
I
never
could
a
-
bear
that
Job
,
’
said
Mary
.
‘
No
more
you
never
ought
to
,
my
dear
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Why
not
?
’
inquired
Mary
.
‘
‘
Cos
ugliness
and
svindlin
’
never
ought
to
be
formiliar
with
elegance
and
wirtew
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Ought
they
,
Mr
.
Muzzle
?
’
‘
Not
by
no
means
,
’
replied
that
gentleman
.
Here
Mary
laughed
,
and
said
the
cook
had
made
her
;
and
the
cook
laughed
,
and
said
she
hadn
’
t
.
‘
I
ha
’
n
’
t
got
a
glass
,
’
said
Mary
.
‘
Drink
with
me
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Put
your
lips
to
this
here
tumbler
,
and
then
I
can
kiss
you
by
deputy
.
’
‘
For
shame
,
Mr
.
Weller
!
’
said
Mary
.
