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‘
What
do
you
mean
by
this
conduct
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
indignantly
.
‘
Get
out
,
sir
,
this
instant
.
What
do
you
mean
,
Sir
?
’
‘
What
do
I
mean
,
’
retorted
Sam
;
‘
come
,
Sir
,
this
is
rayther
too
rich
,
as
the
young
lady
said
when
she
remonstrated
with
the
pastry
-
cook
,
arter
he
’
d
sold
her
a
pork
pie
as
had
got
nothin
’
but
fat
inside
.
What
do
I
mean
!
Well
,
that
ain
’
t
a
bad
‘
un
,
that
ain
’
t
.
’
‘
Unlock
that
door
,
and
leave
this
room
immediately
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
I
shall
leave
this
here
room
,
sir
,
just
precisely
at
the
wery
same
moment
as
you
leaves
it
,
’
responded
Sam
,
speaking
in
a
forcible
manner
,
and
seating
himself
with
perfect
gravity
.
‘
If
I
find
it
necessary
to
carry
you
away
,
pick
-
a
-
back
,
o
’
course
I
shall
leave
it
the
least
bit
o
’
time
possible
afore
you
;
but
allow
me
to
express
a
hope
as
you
won
’
t
reduce
me
to
extremities
;
in
saying
wich
,
I
merely
quote
wot
the
nobleman
said
to
the
fractious
pennywinkle
,
ven
he
vouldn
’
t
come
out
of
his
shell
by
means
of
a
pin
,
and
he
conseqvently
began
to
be
afeered
that
he
should
be
obliged
to
crack
him
in
the
parlour
door
.
’
At
the
end
of
this
address
,
which
was
unusually
lengthy
for
him
,
Mr
.
Weller
planted
his
hands
on
his
knees
,
and
looked
full
in
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
face
,
with
an
expression
of
countenance
which
showed
that
he
had
not
the
remotest
intention
of
being
trifled
with
.
‘
You
’
re
a
amiably
-
disposed
young
man
,
Sir
,
I
don
’
t
think
,
’
resumed
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
a
tone
of
moral
reproof
,
‘
to
go
inwolving
our
precious
governor
in
all
sorts
o
’
fanteegs
,
wen
he
’
s
made
up
his
mind
to
go
through
everythink
for
principle
.
You
’
re
far
worse
nor
Dodson
,
Sir
;
and
as
for
Fogg
,
I
consider
him
a
born
angel
to
you
!
’
Mr
.
Weller
having
accompanied
this
last
sentiment
with
an
emphatic
slap
on
each
knee
,
folded
his
arms
with
a
look
of
great
disgust
,
and
threw
himself
back
in
his
chair
,
as
if
awaiting
the
criminal
’
s
defence
.
‘
My
good
fellow
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
extending
his
hand
—
his
teeth
chattering
all
the
time
he
spoke
,
for
he
had
been
standing
,
during
the
whole
of
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
lecture
,
in
his
night
-
gear
—
‘
my
good
fellow
,
I
respect
your
attachment
to
my
excellent
friend
,
and
I
am
very
sorry
indeed
to
have
added
to
his
causes
for
disquiet
.
There
,
Sam
,
there
!
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
Sam
,
rather
sulkily
,
but
giving
the
proffered
hand
a
respectful
shake
at
the
same
time
—
‘
well
,
so
you
ought
to
be
,
and
I
am
very
glad
to
find
you
air
;
for
,
if
I
can
help
it
,
I
won
’
t
have
him
put
upon
by
nobody
,
and
that
’
s
all
about
it
.
’
‘
Certainly
not
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
There
!
Now
go
to
bed
,
Sam
,
and
we
’
ll
talk
further
about
this
in
the
morning
.
’
‘
I
’
m
wery
sorry
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
but
I
can
’
t
go
to
bed
.
’
