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‘
YOUR
BED
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
in
astonishment
.
‘
Yes
,
my
bed
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
I
’
m
a
prisoner
.
I
was
arrested
this
here
wery
arternoon
for
debt
.
’
‘
You
arrested
for
debt
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
sinking
into
a
chair
.
‘
Yes
,
for
debt
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
And
the
man
as
puts
me
in
,
’
ull
never
let
me
out
till
you
go
yourself
.
’
‘
Bless
my
heart
and
soul
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
‘
Wot
I
say
,
Sir
,
’
rejoined
Sam
.
‘
If
it
’
s
forty
years
to
come
,
I
shall
be
a
prisoner
,
and
I
’
m
very
glad
on
it
;
and
if
it
had
been
Newgate
,
it
would
ha
’
been
just
the
same
.
Now
the
murder
’
s
out
,
and
,
damme
,
there
’
s
an
end
on
it
!
’
With
these
words
,
which
he
repeated
with
great
emphasis
and
violence
,
Sam
Weller
dashed
his
hat
upon
the
ground
,
in
a
most
unusual
state
of
excitement
;
and
then
,
folding
his
arms
,
looked
firmly
and
fixedly
in
his
master
’
s
face
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
felt
a
great
deal
too
much
touched
by
the
warmth
of
Sam
’
s
attachment
,
to
be
able
to
exhibit
any
manifestation
of
anger
or
displeasure
at
the
precipitate
course
he
had
adopted
,
in
voluntarily
consigning
himself
to
a
debtor
’
s
prison
for
an
indefinite
period
.
The
only
point
on
which
he
persevered
in
demanding
an
explanation
,
was
,
the
name
of
Sam
’
s
detaining
creditor
;
but
this
Mr
.
Weller
as
perseveringly
withheld
.
‘
It
ain
’
t
o
’
no
use
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
again
and
again
;
‘
he
’
s
a
malicious
,
bad
-
disposed
,
vorldly
-
minded
,
spiteful
,
windictive
creetur
,
with
a
hard
heart
as
there
ain
’
t
no
soft
’
nin
’
,
as
the
wirtuous
clergyman
remarked
of
the
old
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
with
the
dropsy
,
ven
he
said
,
that
upon
the
whole
he
thought
he
’
d
rayther
leave
his
property
to
his
vife
than
build
a
chapel
vith
it
.
’
‘
But
consider
,
Sam
,
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
remonstrated
,
‘
the
sum
is
so
small
that
it
can
very
easily
be
paid
;
and
having
made
up
My
mind
that
you
shall
stop
with
me
,
you
should
recollect
how
much
more
useful
you
would
be
,
if
you
could
go
outside
the
walls
.
’
‘
Wery
much
obliged
to
you
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
gravely
;
‘
but
I
’
d
rayther
not
.
’
