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‘
The
wery
same
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
This
here
red
-
nosed
man
,
Sammy
,
wisits
your
mother
-
in
-
law
vith
a
kindness
and
constancy
I
never
see
equalled
.
He
’
s
sitch
a
friend
o
’
the
family
,
Sammy
,
that
wen
he
’
s
avay
from
us
,
he
can
’
t
be
comfortable
unless
he
has
somethin
’
to
remember
us
by
.
’
‘
And
I
’
d
give
him
somethin
’
as
’
ud
turpentine
and
beeswax
his
memory
for
the
next
ten
years
or
so
,
if
I
wos
you
,
’
interposed
Sam
.
‘
Stop
a
minute
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
I
wos
a
-
going
to
say
,
he
always
brings
now
,
a
flat
bottle
as
holds
about
a
pint
and
a
half
,
and
fills
it
vith
the
pine
-
apple
rum
afore
he
goes
avay
.
’
‘
And
empties
it
afore
he
comes
back
,
I
s
’
pose
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Clean
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
never
leaves
nothin
’
in
it
but
the
cork
and
the
smell
;
trust
him
for
that
,
Sammy
.
Now
,
these
here
fellows
,
my
boy
,
are
a
-
goin
’
to
-
night
to
get
up
the
monthly
meetin
’
o
’
the
Brick
Lane
Branch
o
’
the
United
Grand
Junction
Ebenezer
Temperance
Association
.
Your
mother
-
in
-
law
wos
a
-
goin
’
,
Sammy
,
but
she
’
s
got
the
rheumatics
,
and
can
’
t
;
and
I
,
Sammy
—
I
’
ve
got
the
two
tickets
as
wos
sent
her
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
communicated
this
secret
with
great
glee
,
and
winked
so
indefatigably
after
doing
so
,
that
Sam
began
to
think
he
must
have
got
the
TIC
DOLOUREUX
in
his
right
eyelid
.
‘
Well
?
’
said
that
young
gentleman
.
‘
Well
,
’
continued
his
progenitor
,
looking
round
him
very
cautiously
,
‘
you
and
I
’
ll
go
,
punctiwal
to
the
time
.
The
deputy
-
shepherd
won
’
t
,
Sammy
;
the
deputy
-
shepherd
won
’
t
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Weller
was
seized
with
a
paroxysm
of
chuckles
,
which
gradually
terminated
in
as
near
an
approach
to
a
choke
as
an
elderly
gentleman
can
,
with
safety
,
sustain
.
‘
Well
,
I
never
see
sitch
an
old
ghost
in
all
my
born
days
,
’
exclaimed
Sam
,
rubbing
the
old
gentleman
’
s
back
,
hard
enough
to
set
him
on
fire
with
the
friction
.
‘
What
are
you
a
-
laughin
’
at
,
corpilence
?
’
‘
Hush
!
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
looking
round
him
with
increased
caution
,
and
speaking
in
a
whisper
.
‘
Two
friends
o
’
mine
,
as
works
the
Oxford
Road
,
and
is
up
to
all
kinds
o
’
games
,
has
got
the
deputy
-
shepherd
safe
in
tow
,
Sammy
;
and
ven
he
does
come
to
the
Ebenezer
Junction
(
vich
he
’
s
sure
to
do
:
for
they
’
ll
see
him
to
the
door
,
and
shove
him
in
,
if
necessary
)
,
he
’
ll
be
as
far
gone
in
rum
-
and
-
water
,
as
ever
he
wos
at
the
Markis
o
’
Granby
,
Dorkin
’
,
and
that
’
s
not
sayin
’
a
little
neither
.
’
And
with
this
,
Mr
.
Weller
once
more
laughed
immoderately
,
and
once
more
relapsed
into
a
state
of
partial
suffocation
,
in
consequence
.
Nothing
could
have
been
more
in
accordance
with
Sam
Weller
’
s
feelings
than
the
projected
exposure
of
the
real
propensities
and
qualities
of
the
red
-
nosed
man
;
and
it
being
very
near
the
appointed
hour
of
meeting
,
the
father
and
son
took
their
way
at
once
to
Brick
Lane
,
Sam
not
forgetting
to
drop
his
letter
into
a
general
post
-
office
as
they
walked
along
.
