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‘
Well
,
I
never
heard
the
like
of
that
!
’
exclaimed
Mary
.
‘
No
more
did
I
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
But
Mary
,
my
dear
’
—
here
Sam
’
s
manner
grew
extremely
affectionate
—
‘
Mary
,
my
dear
,
I
’
ve
got
another
affair
in
hand
as
is
wery
pressin
’
.
There
’
s
one
o
’
my
governor
’
s
friends
—
Mr
.
Winkle
,
you
remember
him
?
’
‘
Him
in
the
green
coat
?
’
said
Mary
.
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
I
remember
him
.
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
he
’
s
in
a
horrid
state
o
’
love
;
reg
’
larly
comfoozled
,
and
done
over
vith
it
.
’
‘
Lor
!
’
interposed
Mary
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
but
that
’
s
nothin
’
if
we
could
find
out
the
young
‘
ooman
;
’
and
here
Sam
,
with
many
digressions
upon
the
personal
beauty
of
Mary
,
and
the
unspeakable
tortures
he
had
experienced
since
he
last
saw
her
,
gave
a
faithful
account
of
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
present
predicament
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mary
,
‘
I
never
did
!
’
‘
O
’
course
not
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
and
nobody
never
did
,
nor
never
vill
neither
;
and
here
am
I
a
-
walkin
’
about
like
the
wandering
Jew
—
a
sportin
’
character
you
have
perhaps
heerd
on
Mary
,
my
dear
,
as
vos
alvays
doin
’
a
match
agin
’
time
,
and
never
vent
to
sleep
—
looking
arter
this
here
Miss
Arabella
Allen
.
’
‘
Miss
who
?
’
said
Mary
,
in
great
astonishment
.
‘
Miss
Arabella
Allen
,
’
said
Sam
.
