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‘
What
’
s
the
matter
with
that
‘
ere
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
He
’
s
shocked
at
the
way
your
father
goes
on
in
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Weller
.
‘
Oh
,
he
is
,
is
he
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
And
with
too
good
reason
,
’
added
Mrs
.
Weller
gravely
.
Mr
.
Stiggins
took
up
a
fresh
piece
of
toast
,
and
groaned
heavily
.
‘
He
is
a
dreadful
reprobate
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
.
‘
A
man
of
wrath
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
He
took
a
large
semi
-
circular
bite
out
of
the
toast
,
and
groaned
again
.
Sam
felt
very
strongly
disposed
to
give
the
reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
something
to
groan
for
,
but
he
repressed
his
inclination
,
and
merely
asked
,
‘
What
’
s
the
old
’
un
up
to
now
?
’
‘
Up
to
,
indeed
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
,
‘
Oh
,
he
has
a
hard
heart
.
Night
after
night
does
this
excellent
man
—
don
’
t
frown
,
Mr
.
Stiggins
;
I
WILL
say
you
ARE
an
excellent
man
—
come
and
sit
here
,
for
hours
together
,
and
it
has
not
the
least
effect
upon
him
.
’
‘
Well
,
that
is
odd
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
it
’
ud
have
a
wery
considerable
effect
upon
me
,
if
I
wos
in
his
place
;
I
know
that
.
’
