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‘
A
what
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Weller
,
apparently
horror
-
stricken
by
the
word
.
‘
A
walentine
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Samivel
,
Samivel
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
reproachful
accents
,
‘
I
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
ha
’
done
it
.
Arter
the
warnin
’
you
’
ve
had
o
’
your
father
’
s
wicious
propensities
;
arter
all
I
’
ve
said
to
you
upon
this
here
wery
subject
;
arter
actiwally
seein
’
and
bein
’
in
the
company
o
’
your
own
mother
-
in
-
law
,
vich
I
should
ha
’
thought
wos
a
moral
lesson
as
no
man
could
never
ha
’
forgotten
to
his
dyin
’
day
!
I
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
ha
’
done
it
,
Sammy
,
I
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
ha
’
done
it
!
’
These
reflections
were
too
much
for
the
good
old
man
.
He
raised
Sam
’
s
tumbler
to
his
lips
and
drank
off
its
contents
.
‘
Wot
’
s
the
matter
now
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Nev
’
r
mind
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
it
’
ll
be
a
wery
agonisin
’
trial
to
me
at
my
time
of
life
,
but
I
’
m
pretty
tough
,
that
’
s
vun
consolation
,
as
the
wery
old
turkey
remarked
wen
the
farmer
said
he
wos
afeerd
he
should
be
obliged
to
kill
him
for
the
London
market
.
’
‘
Wot
’
ll
be
a
trial
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
To
see
you
married
,
Sammy
—
to
see
you
a
dilluded
wictim
,
and
thinkin
’
in
your
innocence
that
it
’
s
all
wery
capital
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
It
’
s
a
dreadful
trial
to
a
father
’
s
feelin
’
s
,
that
‘
ere
,
Sammy
—
’
‘
Nonsense
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
to
get
married
,
don
’
t
you
fret
yourself
about
that
;
I
know
you
’
re
a
judge
of
these
things
.
Order
in
your
pipe
and
I
’
ll
read
you
the
letter
.
There
!
’
We
cannot
distinctly
say
whether
it
was
the
prospect
of
the
pipe
,
or
the
consolatory
reflection
that
a
fatal
disposition
to
get
married
ran
in
the
family
,
and
couldn
’
t
be
helped
,
which
calmed
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
feelings
,
and
caused
his
grief
to
subside
.
We
should
be
rather
disposed
to
say
that
the
result
was
attained
by
combining
the
two
sources
of
consolation
,
for
he
repeated
the
second
in
a
low
tone
,
very
frequently
;
ringing
the
bell
meanwhile
,
to
order
in
the
first
.
He
then
divested
himself
of
his
upper
coat
;
and
lighting
the
pipe
and
placing
himself
in
front
of
the
fire
with
his
back
towards
it
,
so
that
he
could
feel
its
full
heat
,
and
recline
against
the
mantel
-
piece
at
the
same
time
,
turned
towards
Sam
,
and
,
with
a
countenance
greatly
mollified
by
the
softening
influence
of
tobacco
,
requested
him
to
‘
fire
away
.
’
Sam
dipped
his
pen
into
the
ink
to
be
ready
for
any
corrections
,
and
began
with
a
very
theatrical
air
—
‘
"
Lovely
—
"
’
