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Mr
.
Weller
made
a
grateful
bow
.
‘
I
am
very
glad
to
see
that
you
have
so
high
a
sense
of
your
duties
as
a
son
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
always
had
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
That
’
s
a
very
gratifying
reflection
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
approvingly
.
‘
Wery
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
if
ever
I
wanted
anythin
’
o
’
my
father
,
I
always
asked
for
it
in
a
wery
‘
spectful
and
obligin
’
manner
.
If
he
didn
’
t
give
it
me
,
I
took
it
,
for
fear
I
should
be
led
to
do
anythin
’
wrong
,
through
not
havin
’
it
.
I
saved
him
a
world
o
’
trouble
this
vay
,
Sir
.
’
‘
That
’
s
not
precisely
what
I
meant
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
shaking
his
head
,
with
a
slight
smile
.
‘
All
good
feelin
’
,
sir
—
the
wery
best
intentions
,
as
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
said
ven
he
run
away
from
his
wife
‘
cos
she
seemed
unhappy
with
him
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
You
may
go
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Thank
’
ee
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
and
having
made
his
best
bow
,
and
put
on
his
best
clothes
,
Sam
planted
himself
on
the
top
of
the
Arundel
coach
,
and
journeyed
on
to
Dorking
.
