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‘
Wery
sorry
to
‘
casion
any
personal
inconwenience
,
ma
’
am
,
as
the
housebreaker
said
to
the
old
lady
when
he
put
her
on
the
fire
;
but
as
me
and
my
governor
‘
s
only
jest
come
to
town
,
and
is
jest
going
away
agin
,
it
can
’
t
be
helped
,
you
see
.
’
‘
Of
course
,
the
young
man
can
’
t
help
the
faults
of
his
master
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
much
struck
by
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
appearance
and
conversation
.
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
chimed
in
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
who
,
from
certain
wistful
glances
at
the
little
tin
saucepan
,
seemed
to
be
engaged
in
a
mental
calculation
of
the
probable
extent
of
the
pettitoes
,
in
the
event
of
Sam
’
s
being
asked
to
stop
to
supper
.
‘
So
all
I
’
ve
come
about
,
is
jest
this
here
,
’
said
Sam
,
disregarding
the
interruption
;
‘
first
,
to
give
my
governor
’
s
notice
—
there
it
is
.
Secondly
,
to
pay
the
rent
—
here
it
is
.
Thirdly
,
to
say
as
all
his
things
is
to
be
put
together
,
and
give
to
anybody
as
we
sends
for
’
em
.
Fourthly
,
that
you
may
let
the
place
as
soon
as
you
like
—
and
that
’
s
all
.
’
‘
Whatever
has
happened
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
‘
I
always
have
said
,
and
always
will
say
,
that
in
every
respect
but
one
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
has
always
behaved
himself
like
a
perfect
gentleman
.
His
money
always
as
good
as
the
bank
—
always
.
’
As
Mrs
.
Bardell
said
this
,
she
applied
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
,
and
went
out
of
the
room
to
get
the
receipt
.
Sam
well
knew
that
he
had
only
to
remain
quiet
,
and
the
women
were
sure
to
talk
;
so
he
looked
alternately
at
the
tin
saucepan
,
the
toasted
cheese
,
the
wall
,
and
the
ceiling
,
in
profound
silence
.
‘
Poor
dear
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
Ah
,
poor
thing
!
’
replied
Mrs
.
Sanders
.
Sam
said
nothing
.
He
saw
they
were
coming
to
the
subject
.
