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‘
Good
fellow
,
’
said
Jingle
,
pressing
his
hand
,
and
turning
his
head
away
.
‘
Ungrateful
dog
—
boyish
to
cry
—
can
’
t
help
it
—
bad
fever
—
weak
—
ill
—
hungry
.
Deserved
it
all
—
but
suffered
much
—
very
.
’
Wholly
unable
to
keep
up
appearances
any
longer
,
and
perhaps
rendered
worse
by
the
effort
he
had
made
,
the
dejected
stroller
sat
down
on
the
stairs
,
and
,
covering
his
face
with
his
hands
,
sobbed
like
a
child
.
‘
Come
,
come
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
considerable
emotion
,
‘
we
will
see
what
can
be
done
,
when
I
know
all
about
the
matter
.
Here
,
Job
;
where
is
that
fellow
?
’
‘
Here
,
sir
,
’
replied
Job
,
presenting
himself
on
the
staircase
.
We
have
described
him
,
by
the
bye
,
as
having
deeply
-
sunken
eyes
,
in
the
best
of
times
.
In
his
present
state
of
want
and
distress
,
he
looked
as
if
those
features
had
gone
out
of
town
altogether
.
‘
Here
,
sir
,
’
cried
Job
.
‘
Come
here
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
trying
to
look
stern
,
with
four
large
tears
running
down
his
waistcoat
.
‘
Take
that
,
sir
.
’
Take
what
?
In
the
ordinary
acceptation
of
such
language
,
it
should
have
been
a
blow
.
As
the
world
runs
,
it
ought
to
have
been
a
sound
,
hearty
cuff
;
for
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
been
duped
,
deceived
,
and
wronged
by
the
destitute
outcast
who
was
now
wholly
in
his
power
.
Must
we
tell
the
truth
?
It
was
something
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
waistcoat
pocket
,
which
chinked
as
it
was
given
into
Job
’
s
hand
,
and
the
giving
of
which
,
somehow
or
other
imparted
a
sparkle
to
the
eye
,
and
a
swelling
to
the
heart
,
of
our
excellent
old
friend
,
as
he
hurried
away
.
Sam
had
returned
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
reached
his
own
room
,
and
was
inspecting
the
arrangements
that
had
been
made
for
his
comfort
,
with
a
kind
of
grim
satisfaction
which
was
very
pleasant
to
look
upon
.
Having
a
decided
objection
to
his
master
’
s
being
there
at
all
,
Mr
.
Weller
appeared
to
consider
it
a
high
moral
duty
not
to
appear
too
much
pleased
with
anything
that
was
done
,
said
,
suggested
,
or
proposed
.
‘
Well
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
