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‘
Ah
,
indeed
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Ve
thought
ve
should
ha
’
been
obliged
to
strait
-
veskit
him
last
night
;
he
’
s
been
a
-
ravin
’
all
day
;
and
he
says
if
he
can
’
t
see
you
afore
to
-
morrow
night
’
s
over
,
he
vishes
he
may
be
somethin
’
unpleasanted
if
he
don
’
t
drownd
hisself
.
’
‘
Oh
,
no
,
no
,
Mr
.
Weller
!
’
said
Arabella
,
clasping
her
hands
.
‘
That
’
s
wot
he
says
,
miss
,
’
replied
Sam
coolly
.
‘
He
’
s
a
man
of
his
word
,
and
it
’
s
my
opinion
he
’
ll
do
it
,
miss
.
He
’
s
heerd
all
about
you
from
the
sawbones
in
barnacles
.
’
‘
From
my
brother
!
’
said
Arabella
,
having
some
faint
recognition
of
Sam
’
s
description
.
‘
I
don
’
t
rightly
know
which
is
your
brother
,
miss
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Is
it
the
dirtiest
vun
o
’
the
two
?
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
returned
Arabella
,
‘
go
on
.
Make
haste
,
pray
.
’
‘
Well
,
miss
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
he
’
s
heerd
all
about
it
from
him
;
and
it
’
s
the
gov
’
nor
’
s
opinion
that
if
you
don
’
t
see
him
wery
quick
,
the
sawbones
as
we
’
ve
been
a
-
speakin
’
on
,
’
ull
get
as
much
extra
lead
in
his
head
as
’
ll
rayther
damage
the
dewelopment
o
’
the
orgins
if
they
ever
put
it
in
spirits
artervards
.
’
‘
Oh
,
what
can
I
do
to
prevent
these
dreadful
quarrels
!
’
exclaimed
Arabella
.
‘
It
’
s
the
suspicion
of
a
priory
‘
tachment
as
is
the
cause
of
it
all
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
You
’
d
better
see
him
,
miss
.
’
‘
But
how
?
—
where
?
‘
cried
Arabella
.
‘
I
dare
not
leave
the
house
alone
.
My
brother
is
so
unkind
,
so
unreasonable
!
I
know
how
strange
my
talking
thus
to
you
may
appear
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
but
I
am
very
,
very
unhappy
—
’
and
here
poor
Arabella
wept
so
bitterly
that
Sam
grew
chivalrous
.
