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‘
Why
,
I
don
’
t
find
myself
much
the
better
for
seeing
of
you
,
’
replied
the
ill
-
tempered
groom
.
‘
That
’
s
wery
odd
—
that
is
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
for
you
look
so
uncommon
cheerful
,
and
seem
altogether
so
lively
,
that
it
does
vun
’
s
heart
good
to
see
you
.
’
The
surly
groom
looked
surlier
still
at
this
,
but
not
sufficiently
so
to
produce
any
effect
upon
Sam
,
who
immediately
inquired
,
with
a
countenance
of
great
anxiety
,
whether
his
master
’
s
name
was
not
Walker
.
‘
No
,
it
ain
’
t
,
’
said
the
groom
.
‘
Nor
Brown
,
I
s
’
pose
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
No
,
it
ain
’
t
.
’
‘
Nor
Vilson
?
’
‘
No
;
nor
that
@
ither
,
’
said
the
groom
.
‘
Vell
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
then
I
’
m
mistaken
,
and
he
hasn
’
t
got
the
honour
o
’
my
acquaintance
,
which
I
thought
he
had
.
Don
’
t
wait
here
out
o
’
compliment
to
me
,
’
said
Sam
,
as
the
groom
wheeled
in
the
barrow
,
and
prepared
to
shut
the
gate
.
‘
Ease
afore
ceremony
,
old
boy
;
I
’
ll
excuse
you
.
’
