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‘
No
vay
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
unless
’
—
and
a
gleam
of
intelligence
lighted
up
his
countenance
as
he
sank
his
voice
to
a
whisper
,
and
applied
his
mouth
to
the
ear
of
his
offspring
—
‘
unless
it
is
getting
him
out
in
a
turn
-
up
bedstead
,
unbeknown
to
the
turnkeys
,
Sammy
,
or
dressin
’
him
up
like
a
old
‘
ooman
vith
a
green
wail
.
’
Sam
Weller
received
both
of
these
suggestions
with
unexpected
contempt
,
and
again
propounded
his
question
.
‘
No
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
;
‘
if
he
von
’
t
let
you
stop
there
,
I
see
no
vay
at
all
.
It
’
s
no
thoroughfare
,
Sammy
,
no
thoroughfare
.
’
‘
Well
,
then
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
wot
it
is
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
’
ll
trouble
you
for
the
loan
of
five
-
and
-
twenty
pound
.
’
‘
Wot
good
’
ll
that
do
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Never
mind
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
P
’
raps
you
may
ask
for
it
five
minits
arterwards
;
p
’
raps
I
may
say
I
von
’
t
pay
,
and
cut
up
rough
.
You
von
’
t
think
o
’
arrestin
’
your
own
son
for
the
money
,
and
sendin
’
him
off
to
the
Fleet
,
will
you
,
you
unnat
’
ral
wagabone
?
’
At
this
reply
of
Sam
’
s
,
the
father
and
son
exchanged
a
complete
code
of
telegraph
nods
and
gestures
,
after
which
,
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
sat
himself
down
on
a
stone
step
and
laughed
till
he
was
purple
.
‘
Wot
a
old
image
it
is
!
’
exclaimed
Sam
,
indignant
at
this
loss
of
time
.
‘
What
are
you
a
-
settin
’
down
there
for
,
con
-
wertin
’
your
face
into
a
street
-
door
knocker
,
wen
there
’
s
so
much
to
be
done
.
Where
’
s
the
money
?
’
‘
In
the
boot
,
Sammy
,
in
the
boot
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
composing
his
features
.
‘
Hold
my
hat
,
Sammy
.
’
Having
divested
himself
of
this
encumbrance
,
Mr
.
Weller
gave
his
body
a
sudden
wrench
to
one
side
,
and
by
a
dexterous
twist
,
contrived
to
get
his
right
hand
into
a
most
capacious
pocket
,
from
whence
,
after
a
great
deal
of
panting
and
exertion
,
he
extricated
a
pocket
-
book
of
the
large
octavo
size
,
fastened
by
a
huge
leathern
strap
.
From
this
ledger
he
drew
forth
a
couple
of
whiplashes
,
three
or
four
buckles
,
a
little
sample
-
bag
of
corn
,
and
,
finally
,
a
small
roll
of
very
dirty
bank
-
notes
,
from
which
he
selected
the
required
amount
,
which
he
handed
over
to
Sam
.
