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‘
Thank
’
ee
,
my
love
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Come
,
come
,
father
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
none
o
’
these
little
lovin
’
s
afore
strangers
.
Here
’
s
the
reverend
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
a
-
comin
’
in
now
.
’
At
this
announcement
,
Mrs
.
Weller
hastily
wiped
off
the
tears
which
she
had
just
begun
to
force
on
;
and
Mr
.
W
.
drew
his
chair
sullenly
into
the
chimney
-
corner
.
Mr
.
Stiggins
was
easily
prevailed
on
to
take
another
glass
of
the
hot
pine
-
apple
rum
-
and
-
water
,
and
a
second
,
and
a
third
,
and
then
to
refresh
himself
with
a
slight
supper
,
previous
to
beginning
again
.
He
sat
on
the
same
side
as
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
;
and
every
time
he
could
contrive
to
do
so
,
unseen
by
his
wife
,
that
gentleman
indicated
to
his
son
the
hidden
emotions
of
his
bosom
,
by
shaking
his
fist
over
the
deputy
-
shepherd
’
s
head
;
a
process
which
afforded
his
son
the
most
unmingled
delight
and
satisfaction
,
the
more
especially
as
Mr
.
Stiggins
went
on
,
quietly
drinking
the
hot
pine
-
apple
rum
-
and
-
water
,
wholly
unconscious
of
what
was
going
forward
.
The
major
part
of
the
conversation
was
confined
to
Mrs
.
Weller
and
the
reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
;
and
the
topics
principally
descanted
on
,
were
the
virtues
of
the
shepherd
,
the
worthiness
of
his
flock
,
and
the
high
crimes
and
misdemeanours
of
everybody
beside
—
dissertations
which
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
occasionally
interrupted
by
half
-
suppressed
references
to
a
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Walker
,
and
other
running
commentaries
of
the
same
kind
.
At
length
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
with
several
most
indubitable
symptoms
of
having
quite
as
much
pine
-
apple
rum
-
and
-
water
about
him
as
he
could
comfortably
accommodate
,
took
his
hat
,
and
his
leave
;
and
Sam
was
,
immediately
afterwards
,
shown
to
bed
by
his
father
.
The
respectable
old
gentleman
wrung
his
hand
fervently
,
and
seemed
disposed
to
address
some
observation
to
his
son
;
but
on
Mrs
.
Weller
advancing
towards
him
,
he
appeared
to
relinquish
that
intention
,
and
abruptly
bade
him
good
-
night
.
Sam
was
up
betimes
next
day
,
and
having
partaken
of
a
hasty
breakfast
,
prepared
to
return
to
London
.
He
had
scarcely
set
foot
without
the
house
,
when
his
father
stood
before
him
.
‘
Goin
’
,
Sammy
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Off
at
once
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
I
vish
you
could
muffle
that
‘
ere
Stiggins
,
and
take
him
vith
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
