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‘
Samuel
Weller
?
’
said
Mr
.
Jackson
,
inquiringly
.
‘
Vun
o
’
the
truest
things
as
you
’
ve
said
for
many
a
long
year
,
’
replied
Sam
,
in
a
most
composed
manner
.
‘
Here
’
s
a
subpoena
for
you
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Jackson
.
‘
What
’
s
that
in
English
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Here
’
s
the
original
,
’
said
Jackson
,
declining
the
required
explanation
.
‘
Which
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
This
,
’
replied
Jackson
,
shaking
the
parchment
.
‘
Oh
,
that
’
s
the
‘
rig
’
nal
,
is
it
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Well
,
I
’
m
wery
glad
I
’
ve
seen
the
‘
rig
’
nal
,
‘
cos
it
’
s
a
gratifyin
’
sort
o
’
thing
,
and
eases
vun
’
s
mind
so
much
.
’
‘
And
here
’
s
the
shilling
,
’
said
Jackson
.
‘
It
’
s
from
Dodson
and
Fogg
’
s
.
’
‘
And
it
’
s
uncommon
handsome
o
’
Dodson
and
Fogg
,
as
knows
so
little
of
me
,
to
come
down
vith
a
present
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
feel
it
as
a
wery
high
compliment
,
sir
;
it
’
s
a
wery
honorable
thing
to
them
,
as
they
knows
how
to
reward
merit
werever
they
meets
it
.
Besides
which
,
it
’
s
affectin
’
to
one
’
s
feelin
’
s
.
’
