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‘
You
’
re
a
character
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
haven
’
t
got
anything
of
the
kind
belonging
to
me
,
’
rejoined
the
cobbler
,
shaking
his
head
;
‘
and
if
you
want
to
meet
with
a
good
one
,
I
’
m
afraid
you
’
ll
find
some
difficulty
in
suiting
yourself
at
this
register
office
.
’
The
above
short
dialogue
took
place
as
Mr
.
Weller
lay
extended
on
his
mattress
at
one
end
of
the
room
,
and
the
cobbler
on
his
,
at
the
other
;
the
apartment
being
illumined
by
the
light
of
a
rush
-
candle
,
and
the
cobbler
’
s
pipe
,
which
was
glowing
below
the
table
,
like
a
red
-
hot
coal
.
The
conversation
,
brief
as
it
was
,
predisposed
Mr
.
Weller
strongly
in
his
landlord
’
s
favour
;
and
,
raising
himself
on
his
elbow
,
he
took
a
more
lengthened
survey
of
his
appearance
than
he
had
yet
had
either
time
or
inclination
to
make
.
He
was
a
sallow
man
—
all
cobblers
are
;
and
had
a
strong
bristly
beard
—
all
cobblers
have
.
His
face
was
a
queer
,
good
-
tempered
,
crooked
-
featured
piece
of
workmanship
,
ornamented
with
a
couple
of
eyes
that
must
have
worn
a
very
joyous
expression
at
one
time
,
for
they
sparkled
yet
.
The
man
was
sixty
,
by
years
,
and
Heaven
knows
how
old
by
imprisonment
,
so
that
his
having
any
look
approaching
to
mirth
or
contentment
,
was
singular
enough
.
He
was
a
little
man
,
and
,
being
half
doubled
up
as
he
lay
in
bed
,
looked
about
as
long
as
he
ought
to
have
been
without
his
legs
.
He
had
a
great
red
pipe
in
his
mouth
,
and
was
smoking
,
and
staring
at
the
rush
-
light
,
in
a
state
of
enviable
placidity
.
‘
Have
you
been
here
long
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
breaking
the
silence
which
had
lasted
for
some
time
.
‘
Twelve
year
,
’
replied
the
cobbler
,
biting
the
end
of
his
pipe
as
he
spoke
.
‘
Contempt
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
The
cobbler
nodded
.
‘
Well
,
then
,
’
said
Sam
,
with
some
sternness
,
‘
wot
do
you
persevere
in
bein
’
obstinit
for
,
vastin
’
your
precious
life
away
,
in
this
here
magnified
pound
?
Wy
don
’
t
you
give
in
,
and
tell
the
Chancellorship
that
you
’
re
wery
sorry
for
makin
’
his
court
contemptible
,
and
you
won
’
t
do
so
no
more
?
’
