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’
At
this
the
man
in
blue
smiled
,
as
if
it
were
a
compliment
he
was
well
used
to
;
but
looked
approvingly
on
Sam
at
the
same
time
,
and
said
he
hoped
he
should
be
better
acquainted
with
him
,
for
without
any
flattery
at
all
he
seemed
to
have
the
makings
of
a
very
nice
fellow
about
him
,
and
to
be
just
the
man
after
his
own
heart
.
‘
You
’
re
wery
good
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
What
a
lucky
feller
you
are
!
’
‘
How
do
you
mean
?
’
inquired
the
gentleman
in
blue
.
‘
That
‘
ere
young
lady
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
She
knows
wot
’
s
wot
,
she
does
.
Ah
!
I
see
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
closed
one
eye
,
and
shook
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
in
a
manner
which
was
highly
gratifying
to
the
personal
vanity
of
the
gentleman
in
blue
.
‘
I
’
m
afraid
your
a
cunning
fellow
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
that
individual
.
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
leave
all
that
‘
ere
to
you
.
It
’
s
a
great
deal
more
in
your
way
than
mine
,
as
the
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
on
the
right
side
o
’
the
garden
vall
said
to
the
man
on
the
wrong
un
,
ven
the
mad
bull
vos
a
-
comin
’
up
the
lane
.
’
‘
Well
,
well
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
the
gentleman
in
blue
,
‘
I
think
she
has
remarked
my
air
and
manner
,
Mr
.
Weller
.
’
‘
I
should
think
she
couldn
’
t
wery
well
be
off
o
’
that
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Have
you
any
little
thing
of
that
kind
in
hand
,
sir
?
’
inquired
the
favoured
gentleman
in
blue
,
drawing
a
toothpick
from
his
waistcoat
pocket
.
