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‘
No
;
it
ain
’
t
"
damned
,
"
’
observed
Sam
,
holding
the
letter
up
to
the
light
,
‘
it
’
s
"
shamed
,
"
there
’
s
a
blot
there
—
"
I
feel
myself
ashamed
.
"
’
‘
Wery
good
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Go
on
.
’
‘
"
Feel
myself
ashamed
,
and
completely
cir
—
’
I
forget
what
this
here
word
is
,
’
said
Sam
,
scratching
his
head
with
the
pen
,
in
vain
attempts
to
remember
.
‘
Why
don
’
t
you
look
at
it
,
then
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
So
I
am
a
-
lookin
’
at
it
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
but
there
’
s
another
blot
.
Here
’
s
a
"
c
,
"
and
a
"
i
,
"
and
a
"
d
.
"
’
‘
Circumwented
,
p
’
raps
,
’
suggested
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
No
,
it
ain
’
t
that
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
"
circumscribed
"
;
that
’
s
it
.
’
‘
That
ain
’
t
as
good
a
word
as
"
circumwented
,
"
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
gravely
.
‘
Think
not
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Nothin
’
like
it
,
’
replied
his
father
.
