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‘
Not
as
I
knows
on
,
’
replied
the
fat
boy
.
‘
I
should
rayther
ha
’
thought
,
to
look
at
you
,
that
you
was
a
-
labourin
’
under
an
unrequited
attachment
to
some
young
‘
ooman
,
’
said
Sam
.
The
fat
boy
shook
his
head
.
‘
Vell
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
.
Do
you
ever
drink
anythin
’
?
’
‘
I
likes
eating
better
,
’
replied
the
boy
.
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
should
ha
’
s
’
posed
that
;
but
what
I
mean
is
,
should
you
like
a
drop
of
anythin
’
as
’
d
warm
you
?
but
I
s
’
pose
you
never
was
cold
,
with
all
them
elastic
fixtures
,
was
you
?
’
‘
Sometimes
,
’
replied
the
boy
;
‘
and
I
likes
a
drop
of
something
,
when
it
’
s
good
.
’
‘
Oh
,
you
do
,
do
you
?
’
said
Sam
,
‘
come
this
way
,
then
!
’
The
Blue
Lion
tap
was
soon
gained
,
and
the
fat
boy
swallowed
a
glass
of
liquor
without
so
much
as
winking
—
a
feat
which
considerably
advanced
him
in
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
good
opinion
.
Mr
.
Weller
having
transacted
a
similar
piece
of
business
on
his
own
account
,
they
got
into
the
cart
.
‘
Can
you
drive
?
’
said
the
fat
boy
.
‘
I
should
rayther
think
so
,
’
replied
Sam
.
