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‘
You
may
wenture
on
that
‘
ere
statement
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
And
thus
empowered
,
the
young
gentleman
walked
away
,
awakening
all
the
echoes
in
George
Yard
as
he
did
so
,
with
several
chaste
and
extremely
correct
imitations
of
a
drover
’
s
whistle
,
delivered
in
a
tone
of
peculiar
richness
and
volume
.
Mr
.
Weller
having
obtained
leave
of
absence
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
who
,
in
his
then
state
of
excitement
and
worry
,
was
by
no
means
displeased
at
being
left
alone
,
set
forth
,
long
before
the
appointed
hour
,
and
having
plenty
of
time
at
his
disposal
,
sauntered
down
as
far
as
the
Mansion
House
,
where
he
paused
and
contemplated
,
with
a
face
of
great
calmness
and
philosophy
,
the
numerous
cads
and
drivers
of
short
stages
who
assemble
near
that
famous
place
of
resort
,
to
the
great
terror
and
confusion
of
the
old
-
lady
population
of
these
realms
.
Having
loitered
here
,
for
half
an
hour
or
so
,
Mr
.
Weller
turned
,
and
began
wending
his
way
towards
Leadenhall
Market
,
through
a
variety
of
by
-
streets
and
courts
.
As
he
was
sauntering
away
his
spare
time
,
and
stopped
to
look
at
almost
every
object
that
met
his
gaze
,
it
is
by
no
means
surprising
that
Mr
.
Weller
should
have
paused
before
a
small
stationer
’
s
and
print
-
seller
’
s
window
;
but
without
further
explanation
it
does
appear
surprising
that
his
eyes
should
have
no
sooner
rested
on
certain
pictures
which
were
exposed
for
sale
therein
,
than
he
gave
a
sudden
start
,
smote
his
right
leg
with
great
vehemence
,
and
exclaimed
,
with
energy
,
‘
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
this
,
I
should
ha
’
forgot
all
about
it
,
till
it
was
too
late
!
’
The
particular
picture
on
which
Sam
Weller
’
s
eyes
were
fixed
,
as
he
said
this
,
was
a
highly
-
coloured
representation
of
a
couple
of
human
hearts
skewered
together
with
an
arrow
,
cooking
before
a
cheerful
fire
,
while
a
male
and
female
cannibal
in
modern
attire
,
the
gentleman
being
clad
in
a
blue
coat
and
white
trousers
,
and
the
lady
in
a
deep
red
pelisse
with
a
parasol
of
the
same
,
were
approaching
the
meal
with
hungry
eyes
,
up
a
serpentine
gravel
path
leading
thereunto
.
A
decidedly
indelicate
young
gentleman
,
in
a
pair
of
wings
and
nothing
else
,
was
depicted
as
superintending
the
cooking
;
a
representation
of
the
spire
of
the
church
in
Langham
Place
,
London
,
appeared
in
the
distance
;
and
the
whole
formed
a
‘
valentine
,
’
of
which
,
as
a
written
inscription
in
the
window
testified
,
there
was
a
large
assortment
within
,
which
the
shopkeeper
pledged
himself
to
dispose
of
,
to
his
countrymen
generally
,
at
the
reduced
rate
of
one
-
and
-
sixpence
each
.
‘
I
should
ha
’
forgot
it
;
I
should
certainly
ha
’
forgot
it
!
’
said
Sam
;
so
saying
,
he
at
once
stepped
into
the
stationer
’
s
shop
,
and
requested
to
be
served
with
a
sheet
of
the
best
gilt
-
edged
letter
-
paper
,
and
a
hard
-
nibbed
pen
which
could
be
warranted
not
to
splutter
.
These
articles
having
been
promptly
supplied
,
he
walked
on
direct
towards
Leadenhall
Market
at
a
good
round
pace
,
very
different
from
his
recent
lingering
one
.
Looking
round
him
,
he
there
beheld
a
signboard
on
which
the
painter
’
s
art
had
delineated
something
remotely
resembling
a
cerulean
elephant
with
an
aquiline
nose
in
lieu
of
trunk
.
Rightly
conjecturing
that
this
was
the
Blue
Boar
himself
,
he
stepped
into
the
house
,
and
inquired
concerning
his
parent
.
‘
He
won
’
t
be
here
this
three
-
quarters
of
an
hour
or
more
,
’
said
the
young
lady
who
superintended
the
domestic
arrangements
of
the
Blue
Boar
.
‘
Wery
good
,
my
dear
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Let
me
have
nine
-
penn
’
oth
o
’
brandy
-
and
-
water
luke
,
and
the
inkstand
,
will
you
,
miss
?
’
The
brandy
-
and
-
water
luke
,
and
the
inkstand
,
having
been
carried
into
the
little
parlour
,
and
the
young
lady
having
carefully
flattened
down
the
coals
to
prevent
their
blazing
,
and
carried
away
the
poker
to
preclude
the
possibility
of
the
fire
being
stirred
,
without
the
full
privity
and
concurrence
of
the
Blue
Boar
being
first
had
and
obtained
,
Sam
Weller
sat
himself
down
in
a
box
near
the
stove
,
and
pulled
out
the
sheet
of
gilt
-
edged
letter
-
paper
,
and
the
hard
-
nibbed
pen
.
Then
looking
carefully
at
the
pen
to
see
that
there
were
no
hairs
in
it
,
and
dusting
down
the
table
,
so
that
there
might
be
no
crumbs
of
bread
under
the
paper
,
Sam
tucked
up
the
cuffs
of
his
coat
,
squared
his
elbows
,
and
composed
himself
to
write
.
