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‘
What
’
s
a
shame
,
my
dear
?
’
‘
Talkin
’
in
that
way
.
’
‘
Nonsense
;
it
ain
’
t
no
harm
.
It
’
s
natur
;
ain
’
t
it
,
cook
?
’
‘
Don
’
t
ask
me
,
imperence
,
’
replied
the
cook
,
in
a
high
state
of
delight
;
and
hereupon
the
cook
and
Mary
laughed
again
,
till
what
between
the
beer
,
and
the
cold
meat
,
and
the
laughter
combined
,
the
latter
young
lady
was
brought
to
the
verge
of
choking
—
an
alarming
crisis
from
which
she
was
only
recovered
by
sundry
pats
on
the
back
,
and
other
necessary
attentions
,
most
delicately
administered
by
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
.
In
the
midst
of
all
this
jollity
and
conviviality
,
a
loud
ring
was
heard
at
the
garden
gate
,
to
which
the
young
gentleman
who
took
his
meals
in
the
wash
-
house
,
immediately
responded
.
Mr
.
Weller
was
in
the
height
of
his
attentions
to
the
pretty
house
–
maid
;
Mr
.
Muzzle
was
busy
doing
the
honours
of
the
table
;
and
the
cook
had
just
paused
to
laugh
,
in
the
very
act
of
raising
a
huge
morsel
to
her
lips
;
when
the
kitchen
door
opened
,
and
in
walked
Mr
.
Job
Trotter
.
We
have
said
in
walked
Mr
.
Job
Trotter
,
but
the
statement
is
not
distinguished
by
our
usual
scrupulous
adherence
to
fact
.
The
door
opened
and
Mr
.
Trotter
appeared
.
He
would
have
walked
in
,
and
was
in
the
very
act
of
doing
so
,
indeed
,
when
catching
sight
of
Mr
.
Weller
,
he
involuntarily
shrank
back
a
pace
or
two
,
and
stood
gazing
on
the
unexpected
scene
before
him
,
perfectly
motionless
with
amazement
and
terror
.
‘
Here
he
is
!
’
said
Sam
,
rising
with
great
glee
.
‘
Why
we
were
that
wery
moment
a
-
speaking
o
’
you
.
How
are
you
?
Where
have
you
been
?
Come
in
.
’
Laying
his
hand
on
the
mulberry
collar
of
the
unresisting
Job
,
Mr
.
Weller
dragged
him
into
the
kitchen
;
and
,
locking
the
door
,
handed
the
key
to
Mr
.
Muzzle
,
who
very
coolly
buttoned
it
up
in
a
side
pocket
.
‘
Well
,
here
’
s
a
game
!
’
cried
Sam
.
‘
Only
think
o
’
my
master
havin
’
the
pleasure
o
’
meeting
yourn
upstairs
,
and
me
havin
’
the
joy
o
’
meetin
’
you
down
here
.
How
are
you
gettin
’
on
,
and
how
is
the
chandlery
bis
’
ness
likely
to
do
?
Well
,
I
am
so
glad
to
see
you
.
How
happy
you
look
.
It
’
s
quite
a
treat
to
see
you
;
ain
’
t
it
,
Mr
.
Muzzle
?
’
‘
Quite
,
’
said
Mr
.
Muzzle
.
