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‘
Sam
Weller
,
my
Lord
,
’
replied
that
gentleman
.
‘
Do
you
spell
it
with
a
"
V
"
or
a
"
W
"
?
’
inquired
the
judge
.
‘
That
depends
upon
the
taste
and
fancy
of
the
speller
,
my
Lord
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
I
never
had
occasion
to
spell
it
more
than
once
or
twice
in
my
life
,
but
I
spells
it
with
a
"
V
.
"
’
Here
a
voice
in
the
gallery
exclaimed
aloud
,
‘
Quite
right
too
,
Samivel
,
quite
right
.
Put
it
down
a
"
we
,
"
my
Lord
,
put
it
down
a
"
we
.
"
’
‘
Who
is
that
,
who
dares
address
the
court
?
’
said
the
little
judge
,
looking
up
.
‘
Usher
.
’
‘
Yes
,
my
Lord
.
’
‘
Bring
that
person
here
instantly
.
’
‘
Yes
,
my
Lord
.
’
But
as
the
usher
didn
’
t
find
the
person
,
he
didn
’
t
bring
him
;
and
,
after
a
great
commotion
,
all
the
people
who
had
got
up
to
look
for
the
culprit
,
sat
down
again
.
The
little
judge
turned
to
the
witness
as
soon
as
his
indignation
would
allow
him
to
speak
,
and
said
—
‘
Do
you
know
who
that
was
,
sir
?
’
