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As
Mr
.
Weller
said
this
,
he
inflicted
a
little
friction
on
his
right
eyelid
,
with
the
sleeve
of
his
coat
,
after
the
most
approved
manner
of
actors
when
they
are
in
domestic
pathetics
.
Mr
.
Jackson
seemed
rather
puzzled
by
Sam
’
s
proceedings
;
but
,
as
he
had
served
the
subpoenas
,
and
had
nothing
more
to
say
,
he
made
a
feint
of
putting
on
the
one
glove
which
he
usually
carried
in
his
hand
,
for
the
sake
of
appearances
;
and
returned
to
the
office
to
report
progress
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
slept
little
that
night
;
his
memory
had
received
a
very
disagreeable
refresher
on
the
subject
of
Mrs
.
Bardell
’
s
action
.
He
breakfasted
betimes
next
morning
,
and
,
desiring
Sam
to
accompany
him
,
set
forth
towards
Gray
’
s
Inn
Square
.
‘
Sam
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
round
,
when
they
got
to
the
end
of
Cheapside
.
‘
Sir
?
’
said
Sam
,
stepping
up
to
his
master
.
‘
Which
way
?
’
‘
Up
Newgate
Street
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
did
not
turn
round
immediately
,
but
looked
vacantly
in
Sam
’
s
face
for
a
few
seconds
,
and
heaved
a
deep
sigh
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
This
action
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
is
expected
to
come
on
,
on
the
fourteenth
of
next
month
.
’
‘
Remarkable
coincidence
that
‘
ere
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
