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‘
Governor
in
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
in
reply
to
the
question
.
‘
No
,
he
isn
’
t
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Weller
;
for
the
rather
stout
lady
was
no
other
than
the
quondam
relict
and
sole
executrix
of
the
dead
-
and
-
gone
Mr
.
Clarke
;
‘
no
,
he
isn
’
t
,
and
I
don
’
t
expect
him
,
either
.
’
‘
I
suppose
he
’
s
drivin
’
up
to
-
day
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
He
may
be
,
or
he
may
not
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Weller
,
buttering
the
round
of
toast
which
the
red
-
nosed
man
had
just
finished
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
and
,
what
’
s
more
,
I
don
’
t
care
.
—
Ask
a
blessin
’
,
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
’
The
red
-
nosed
man
did
as
he
was
desired
,
and
instantly
commenced
on
the
toast
with
fierce
voracity
.
The
appearance
of
the
red
-
nosed
man
had
induced
Sam
,
at
first
sight
,
to
more
than
half
suspect
that
he
was
the
deputy
-
shepherd
of
whom
his
estimable
parent
had
spoken
.
The
moment
he
saw
him
eat
,
all
doubt
on
the
subject
was
removed
,
and
he
perceived
at
once
that
if
he
purposed
to
take
up
his
temporary
quarters
where
he
was
,
he
must
make
his
footing
good
without
delay
.
He
therefore
commenced
proceedings
by
putting
his
arm
over
the
half
-
door
of
the
bar
,
coolly
unbolting
it
,
and
leisurely
walking
in
.
‘
Mother
-
in
-
law
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
how
are
you
?
’
‘
Why
,
I
do
believe
he
is
a
Weller
!
’
said
Mrs
.
W
.
,
raising
her
eyes
to
Sam
’
s
face
,
with
no
very
gratified
expression
of
countenance
.
‘
I
rayther
think
he
is
,
’
said
the
imperturbable
Sam
;
‘
and
I
hope
this
here
reverend
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
‘
ll
excuse
me
saying
that
I
wish
I
was
THE
Weller
as
owns
you
,
mother
-
in
-
law
.
’
