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‘
But
don
’
t
you
think
it
means
more
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Vell
p
’
raps
it
’
s
a
more
tenderer
word
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
after
a
few
moments
’
reflection
.
‘
Go
on
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
"
Feel
myself
ashamed
and
completely
circumscribed
in
a
-
dressin
’
of
you
,
for
you
are
a
nice
gal
and
nothin
’
but
it
.
"
’
‘
That
’
s
a
wery
pretty
sentiment
,
’
said
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
removing
his
pipe
to
make
way
for
the
remark
.
‘
Yes
,
I
think
it
is
rayther
good
,
’
observed
Sam
,
highly
flattered
.
‘
Wot
I
like
in
that
‘
ere
style
of
writin
’
,
’
said
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
is
,
that
there
ain
’
t
no
callin
’
names
in
it
—
no
Wenuses
,
nor
nothin
’
o
’
that
kind
.
Wot
’
s
the
good
o
’
callin
’
a
young
‘
ooman
a
Wenus
or
a
angel
,
Sammy
?
’
‘
Ah
!
what
,
indeed
?
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
You
might
jist
as
well
call
her
a
griffin
,
or
a
unicorn
,
or
a
king
’
s
arms
at
once
,
which
is
wery
well
known
to
be
a
collection
o
’
fabulous
animals
,
’
added
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Just
as
well
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Drive
on
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
