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Sam
,
having
been
formally
delivered
into
the
warder
’
s
custody
,
to
the
intense
astonishment
of
Roker
,
and
to
the
evident
emotion
of
even
the
phlegmatic
Neddy
,
passed
at
once
into
the
prison
,
walked
straight
to
his
master
’
s
room
,
and
knocked
at
the
door
.
‘
Come
in
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Sam
appeared
,
pulled
off
his
hat
,
and
smiled
.
‘
Ah
,
Sam
,
my
good
lad
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
evidently
delighted
to
see
his
humble
friend
again
;
‘
I
had
no
intention
of
hurting
your
feelings
yesterday
,
my
faithful
fellow
,
by
what
I
said
.
Put
down
your
hat
,
Sam
,
and
let
me
explain
my
meaning
,
a
little
more
at
length
.
’
‘
Won
’
t
presently
do
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Certainly
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
but
why
not
now
?
’
‘
I
’
d
rayther
not
now
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Sam
.
‘
Why
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
‘
Cause
—
’
said
Sam
,
hesitating
.
‘
Because
of
what
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
alarmed
at
his
follower
’
s
manner
.
‘
Speak
out
,
Sam
.
’
