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Sam
complied
with
the
request
,
and
proceeded
as
follows
;
his
father
continuing
to
smoke
,
with
a
mixed
expression
of
wisdom
and
complacency
,
which
was
particularly
edifying
.
‘
"
Afore
I
see
you
,
I
thought
all
women
was
alike
.
"
’
‘
So
they
are
,
’
observed
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
parenthetically
.
‘
"
But
now
,
"
’
continued
Sam
,
‘
"
now
I
find
what
a
reg
’
lar
soft
-
headed
,
inkred
’
lous
turnip
I
must
ha
’
been
;
for
there
ain
’
t
nobody
like
you
,
though
I
like
you
better
than
nothin
’
at
all
.
"
I
thought
it
best
to
make
that
rayther
strong
,
’
said
Sam
,
looking
up
.
Mr
.
Weller
nodded
approvingly
,
and
Sam
resumed
.
‘
"
So
I
take
the
privilidge
of
the
day
,
Mary
,
my
dear
—
as
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
in
difficulties
did
,
ven
he
valked
out
of
a
Sunday
—
to
tell
you
that
the
first
and
only
time
I
see
you
,
your
likeness
was
took
on
my
hart
in
much
quicker
time
and
brighter
colours
than
ever
a
likeness
was
took
by
the
profeel
macheen
(
wich
p
’
raps
you
may
have
heerd
on
Mary
my
dear
)
altho
it
DOES
finish
a
portrait
and
put
the
frame
and
glass
on
complete
,
with
a
hook
at
the
end
to
hang
it
up
by
,
and
all
in
two
minutes
and
a
quarter
.
"
’
‘
I
am
afeerd
that
werges
on
the
poetical
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
dubiously
.
‘
No
,
it
don
’
t
,
’
replied
Sam
,
reading
on
very
quickly
,
to
avoid
contesting
the
point
—
‘
"
Except
of
me
Mary
my
dear
as
your
walentine
and
think
over
what
I
’
ve
said
.
—
My
dear
Mary
I
will
now
conclude
.
"
That
’
s
all
,
’
said
Sam
.
