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‘
You
must
not
tell
us
what
the
soldier
,
or
any
other
man
,
said
,
Sir
,
’
interposed
the
judge
;
‘
it
’
s
not
evidence
.
’
‘
Wery
good
,
my
Lord
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Do
you
recollect
anything
particular
happening
on
the
morning
when
you
were
first
engaged
by
the
defendant
;
eh
,
Mr
.
Weller
?
’
said
Serjeant
Buzfuz
.
‘
Yes
,
I
do
,
sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Have
the
goodness
to
tell
the
jury
what
it
was
.
’
‘
I
had
a
reg
’
lar
new
fit
out
o
’
clothes
that
mornin
’
,
gen
’
l
’
men
of
the
jury
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
and
that
was
a
wery
partickler
and
uncommon
circumstance
vith
me
in
those
days
.
’
Hereupon
there
was
a
general
laugh
;
and
the
little
judge
,
looking
with
an
angry
countenance
over
his
desk
,
said
,
‘
You
had
better
be
careful
,
Sir
.
’
‘
So
Mr
.
Pickwick
said
at
the
time
,
my
Lord
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
and
I
was
wery
careful
o
’
that
‘
ere
suit
o
’
clothes
;
wery
careful
indeed
,
my
Lord
.
’
The
judge
looked
sternly
at
Sam
for
full
two
minutes
,
but
Sam
’
s
features
were
so
perfectly
calm
and
serene
that
the
judge
said
nothing
,
and
motioned
Serjeant
Buzfuz
to
proceed
.
‘
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
,
Mr
.
