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‘
Rather
not
do
what
,
Sam
?
’
‘
Wy
,
I
’
d
rayther
not
let
myself
down
to
ask
a
favour
o
’
this
here
unremorseful
enemy
.
’
‘
But
it
is
no
favour
asking
him
to
take
his
money
,
Sam
,
’
reasoned
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Sam
,
‘
but
it
’
ud
be
a
wery
great
favour
to
pay
it
,
and
he
don
’
t
deserve
none
;
that
’
s
where
it
is
,
sir
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
rubbing
his
nose
with
an
air
of
some
vexation
,
Mr
.
Weller
thought
it
prudent
to
change
the
theme
of
the
discourse
.
‘
I
takes
my
determination
on
principle
,
Sir
,
’
remarked
Sam
,
‘
and
you
takes
yours
on
the
same
ground
;
wich
puts
me
in
mind
o
’
the
man
as
killed
his
-
self
on
principle
,
wich
o
’
course
you
’
ve
heerd
on
,
Sir
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
paused
when
he
arrived
at
this
point
,
and
cast
a
comical
look
at
his
master
out
of
the
corners
of
his
eyes
.
‘
There
is
no
"
of
course
"
in
the
case
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
gradually
breaking
into
a
smile
,
in
spite
of
the
uneasiness
which
Sam
’
s
obstinacy
had
given
him
.
‘
The
fame
of
the
gentleman
in
question
,
never
reached
my
ears
.
’
‘
No
,
sir
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
You
astonish
me
,
Sir
;
he
wos
a
clerk
in
a
gov
’
ment
office
,
sir
.
’
‘
Was
he
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Yes
,
he
wos
,
Sir
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
