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Sam
nodded
again
.
‘
Amiable
man
that
‘
ere
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
smoking
violently
.
‘
Seems
so
,
’
observed
Sam
.
‘
Good
hand
at
accounts
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Is
he
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Borrows
eighteenpence
on
Monday
,
and
comes
on
Tuesday
for
a
shillin
’
to
make
it
up
half
-
a
-
crown
;
calls
again
on
Vensday
for
another
half
-
crown
to
make
it
five
shillin
’
s
;
and
goes
on
,
doubling
,
till
he
gets
it
up
to
a
five
pund
note
in
no
time
,
like
them
sums
in
the
‘
rithmetic
book
‘
bout
the
nails
in
the
horse
’
s
shoes
,
Sammy
.
’
Sam
intimated
by
a
nod
that
he
recollected
the
problem
alluded
to
by
his
parent
.
‘
So
you
vouldn
’
t
subscribe
to
the
flannel
veskits
?
’
said
Sam
,
after
another
interval
of
smoking
.
‘
Cert
’
nly
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
what
’
s
the
good
o
’
flannel
veskits
to
the
young
niggers
abroad
?
But
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
it
is
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
lowering
his
voice
,
and
bending
across
the
fireplace
;
‘
I
’
d
come
down
wery
handsome
towards
strait
veskits
for
some
people
at
home
.
’
As
Mr
.
Weller
said
this
,
he
slowly
recovered
his
former
position
,
and
winked
at
his
first
-
born
,
in
a
profound
manner
.
