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‘
How
awkward
you
are
,
’
said
the
pretty
housemaid
.
‘
You
’
ll
lose
it
again
,
if
you
don
’
t
take
care
.
’
So
just
to
prevent
his
losing
it
again
,
she
put
it
on
for
him
.
Whether
it
was
that
the
pretty
housemaid
’
s
face
looked
prettier
still
,
when
it
was
raised
towards
Sam
’
s
,
or
whether
it
was
the
accidental
consequence
of
their
being
so
near
to
each
other
,
is
matter
of
uncertainty
to
this
day
;
but
Sam
kissed
her
.
‘
You
don
’
t
mean
to
say
you
did
that
on
purpose
,
’
said
the
pretty
housemaid
,
blushing
.
‘
No
,
I
didn
’
t
then
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
but
I
will
now
.
’
So
he
kissed
her
again
.
‘
Sam
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
calling
over
the
banisters
‘
Coming
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
,
running
upstairs
.
‘
How
long
you
have
been
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
There
was
something
behind
the
door
,
Sir
,
which
perwented
our
getting
it
open
,
for
ever
so
long
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
And
this
was
the
first
passage
of
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
first
love
.
