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‘
I
’
d
knock
your
head
off
for
half
-
a
-
crown
,
’
said
the
surly
groom
,
bolting
one
half
of
the
gate
.
‘
Couldn
’
t
afford
to
have
it
done
on
those
terms
,
’
rejoined
Sam
.
‘
It
’
ud
be
worth
a
life
’
s
board
wages
at
least
,
to
you
,
and
’
ud
be
cheap
at
that
.
Make
my
compliments
indoors
.
Tell
’
em
not
to
vait
dinner
for
me
,
and
say
they
needn
’
t
mind
puttin
’
any
by
,
for
it
’
ll
be
cold
afore
I
come
in
.
’
In
reply
to
this
,
the
groom
waxing
very
wroth
,
muttered
a
desire
to
damage
somebody
’
s
person
;
but
disappeared
without
carrying
it
into
execution
,
slamming
the
door
angrily
after
him
,
and
wholly
unheeding
Sam
’
s
affectionate
request
,
that
he
would
leave
him
a
lock
of
his
hair
before
he
went
.
Sam
continued
to
sit
on
the
large
stone
,
meditating
upon
what
was
best
to
be
done
,
and
revolving
in
his
mind
a
plan
for
knocking
at
all
the
doors
within
five
miles
of
Bristol
,
taking
them
at
a
hundred
and
fifty
or
two
hundred
a
day
,
and
endeavouring
to
find
Miss
Arabella
by
that
expedient
,
when
accident
all
of
a
sudden
threw
in
his
way
what
he
might
have
sat
there
for
a
twelvemonth
and
yet
not
found
without
it
.
Into
the
lane
where
he
sat
,
there
opened
three
or
four
garden
gates
,
belonging
to
as
many
houses
,
which
though
detached
from
each
other
,
were
only
separated
by
their
gardens
.
As
these
were
large
and
long
,
and
well
planted
with
trees
,
the
houses
were
not
only
at
some
distance
off
,
but
the
greater
part
of
them
were
nearly
concealed
from
view
.
Sam
was
sitting
with
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
dust
-
heap
outside
the
next
gate
to
that
by
which
the
groom
had
disappeared
,
profoundly
turning
over
in
his
mind
the
difficulties
of
his
present
undertaking
,
when
the
gate
opened
,
and
a
female
servant
came
out
into
the
lane
to
shake
some
bedside
carpets
.
Sam
was
so
very
busy
with
his
own
thoughts
,
that
it
is
probable
he
would
have
taken
no
more
notice
of
the
young
woman
than
just
raising
his
head
and
remarking
that
she
had
a
very
neat
and
pretty
figure
,
if
his
feelings
of
gallantry
had
not
been
most
strongly
roused
by
observing
that
she
had
no
one
to
help
her
,
and
that
the
carpets
seemed
too
heavy
for
her
single
strength
.
Mr
.
Weller
was
a
gentleman
of
great
gallantry
in
his
own
way
,
and
he
no
sooner
remarked
this
circumstance
than
he
hastily
rose
from
the
large
stone
,
and
advanced
towards
her
.
‘
My
dear
,
’
said
Sam
,
sliding
up
with
an
air
of
great
respect
,
‘
you
’
ll
spile
that
wery
pretty
figure
out
o
’
all
perportion
if
you
shake
them
carpets
by
yourself
.
Let
me
help
you
.
’
The
young
lady
,
who
had
been
coyly
affecting
not
to
know
that
a
gentleman
was
so
near
,
turned
round
as
Sam
spoke
—
no
doubt
(
indeed
she
said
so
,
afterwards
)
to
decline
this
offer
from
a
perfect
stranger
—
when
instead
of
speaking
,
she
started
back
,
and
uttered
a
half
-
suppressed
scream
.
Sam
was
scarcely
less
staggered
,
for
in
the
countenance
of
the
well
-
shaped
female
servant
,
he
beheld
the
very
features
of
his
valentine
,
the
pretty
housemaid
from
Mr
.
Nupkins
’
s
.
‘
Wy
,
Mary
,
my
dear
!
’
said
Sam
.
