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‘
Oh
,
you
’
ve
woke
up
,
at
last
,
have
you
?
’
said
Sam
.
The
fat
boy
nodded
.
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
it
is
,
young
boa
-
constructer
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
impressively
;
‘
if
you
don
’
t
sleep
a
little
less
,
and
exercise
a
little
more
,
wen
you
comes
to
be
a
man
you
’
ll
lay
yourself
open
to
the
same
sort
of
personal
inconwenience
as
was
inflicted
on
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
as
wore
the
pigtail
.
’
‘
What
did
they
do
to
him
?
’
inquired
the
fat
boy
,
in
a
faltering
voice
.
‘
I
’
m
a
-
going
to
tell
you
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
he
was
one
o
’
the
largest
patterns
as
was
ever
turned
out
—
reg
’
lar
fat
man
,
as
hadn
’
t
caught
a
glimpse
of
his
own
shoes
for
five
-
and
-
forty
year
.
’
‘
Lor
!
’
exclaimed
Emma
.
‘
No
,
that
he
hadn
’
t
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
and
if
you
’
d
put
an
exact
model
of
his
own
legs
on
the
dinin
’
-
table
afore
him
,
he
wouldn
’
t
ha
’
known
’
em
.
Well
,
he
always
walks
to
his
office
with
a
wery
handsome
gold
watch
-
chain
hanging
out
,
about
a
foot
and
a
quarter
,
and
a
gold
watch
in
his
fob
pocket
as
was
worth
—
I
’
m
afraid
to
say
how
much
,
but
as
much
as
a
watch
can
be
—
a
large
,
heavy
,
round
manufacter
,
as
stout
for
a
watch
,
as
he
was
for
a
man
,
and
with
a
big
face
in
proportion
.
"
You
’
d
better
not
carry
that
‘
ere
watch
,
"
says
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
’
s
friends
,
"
you
’
ll
be
robbed
on
it
,
"
says
they
.
"
Shall
I
?
"
says
he
.
"
Yes
,
you
will
,
"
says
they
.
"
Well
,
"
says
he
,
"
I
should
like
to
see
the
thief
as
could
get
this
here
watch
out
,
for
I
’
m
blessed
if
I
ever
can
,
it
’
s
such
a
tight
fit
,
"
says
he
,
"
and
wenever
I
vants
to
know
what
’
s
o
’
clock
,
I
’
m
obliged
to
stare
into
the
bakers
’
shops
,
"
he
says
.
Well
,
then
he
laughs
as
hearty
as
if
he
was
a
-
goin
’
to
pieces
,
and
out
he
walks
agin
with
his
powdered
head
and
pigtail
,
and
rolls
down
the
Strand
with
the
chain
hangin
’
out
furder
than
ever
,
and
the
great
round
watch
almost
bustin
’
through
his
gray
kersey
smalls
.
There
warn
’
t
a
pickpocket
in
all
London
as
didn
’
t
take
a
pull
at
that
chain
,
but
the
chain
’
ud
never
break
,
and
the
watch
’
ud
never
come
out
,
so
they
soon
got
tired
of
dragging
such
a
heavy
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
along
the
pavement
,
and
he
’
d
go
home
and
laugh
till
the
pigtail
wibrated
like
the
penderlum
of
a
Dutch
clock
.
At
last
,
one
day
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
was
a
-
rollin
’
along
,
and
he
sees
a
pickpocket
as
he
know
’
d
by
sight
,
a
-
coming
up
,
arm
in
arm
with
a
little
boy
with
a
wery
large
head
.
"
Here
’
s
a
game
,
"
says
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
to
himself
,
"
they
’
re
a
-
goin
’
to
have
another
try
,
but
it
won
’
t
do
!
"
So
he
begins
a
-
chucklin
’
wery
hearty
,
wen
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
the
little
boy
leaves
hold
of
the
pickpocket
’
s
arm
,
and
rushes
head
foremost
straight
into
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
’
s
stomach
,
and
for
a
moment
doubles
him
right
up
with
the
pain
.
"
Murder
!
"
says
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
.
"
All
right
,
Sir
,
"
says
the
pickpocket
,
a
-
wisperin
’
in
his
ear
.
And
wen
he
come
straight
agin
,
the
watch
and
chain
was
gone
,
and
what
’
s
worse
than
that
,
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
’
s
digestion
was
all
wrong
ever
afterwards
,
to
the
wery
last
day
of
his
life
;
so
just
you
look
about
you
,
young
feller
,
and
take
care
you
don
’
t
get
too
fat
.
’
