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Having
arrived
at
this
conclusion
,
he
betook
himself
to
the
tap
.
Having
purchased
the
beer
,
and
obtained
,
moreover
,
the
day
-
but
-
one
-
before
-
yesterday
’
s
paper
,
he
repaired
to
the
skittle
-
ground
,
and
seating
himself
on
a
bench
,
proceeded
to
enjoy
himself
in
a
very
sedate
and
methodical
manner
.
First
of
all
,
he
took
a
refreshing
draught
of
the
beer
,
and
then
he
looked
up
at
a
window
,
and
bestowed
a
platonic
wink
on
a
young
lady
who
was
peeling
potatoes
thereat
.
Then
he
opened
the
paper
,
and
folded
it
so
as
to
get
the
police
reports
outwards
;
and
this
being
a
vexatious
and
difficult
thing
to
do
,
when
there
is
any
wind
stirring
,
he
took
another
draught
of
the
beer
when
he
had
accomplished
it
.
Then
,
he
read
two
lines
of
the
paper
,
and
stopped
short
to
look
at
a
couple
of
men
who
were
finishing
a
game
at
rackets
,
which
,
being
concluded
,
he
cried
out
‘
wery
good
,
’
in
an
approving
manner
,
and
looked
round
upon
the
spectators
,
to
ascertain
whether
their
sentiments
coincided
with
his
own
.
This
involved
the
necessity
of
looking
up
at
the
windows
also
;
and
as
the
young
lady
was
still
there
,
it
was
an
act
of
common
politeness
to
wink
again
,
and
to
drink
to
her
good
health
in
dumb
show
,
in
another
draught
of
the
beer
,
which
Sam
did
;
and
having
frowned
hideously
upon
a
small
boy
who
had
noted
this
latter
proceeding
with
open
eyes
,
he
threw
one
leg
over
the
other
,
and
,
holding
the
newspaper
in
both
hands
,
began
to
read
in
real
earnest
.
He
had
hardly
composed
himself
into
the
needful
state
of
abstraction
,
when
he
thought
he
heard
his
own
name
proclaimed
in
some
distant
passage
.
Nor
was
he
mistaken
,
for
it
quickly
passed
from
mouth
to
mouth
,
and
in
a
few
seconds
the
air
teemed
with
shouts
of
‘
Weller
!
’
‘
Here
!
’
roared
Sam
,
in
a
stentorian
voice
.
‘
Wot
’
s
the
matter
?
Who
wants
him
?
Has
an
express
come
to
say
that
his
country
house
is
afire
?
’
‘
Somebody
wants
you
in
the
hall
,
’
said
a
man
who
was
standing
by
.
‘
Just
mind
that
‘
ere
paper
and
the
pot
,
old
feller
,
will
you
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
’
m
a
-
comin
’
.
Blessed
,
if
they
was
a
-
callin
’
me
to
the
bar
,
they
couldn
’
t
make
more
noise
about
it
!
’
Accompanying
these
words
with
a
gentle
rap
on
the
head
of
the
young
gentleman
before
noticed
,
who
,
unconscious
of
his
close
vicinity
to
the
person
in
request
,
was
screaming
‘
Weller
!
’
with
all
his
might
,
Sam
hastened
across
the
ground
,
and
ran
up
the
steps
into
the
hall
.
Here
,
the
first
object
that
met
his
eyes
was
his
beloved
father
sitting
on
a
bottom
stair
,
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
,
shouting
out
‘
Weller
!
’
in
his
very
loudest
tone
,
at
half
-
minute
intervals
.
‘
Wot
are
you
a
-
roarin
’
at
?
’
said
Sam
impetuously
,
when
the
old
gentleman
had
discharged
himself
of
another
shout
;
‘
making
yourself
so
precious
hot
that
you
looks
like
a
aggrawated
glass
-
blower
.
Wot
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
Aha
!
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
,
‘
I
began
to
be
afeerd
that
you
’
d
gone
for
a
walk
round
the
Regency
Park
,
Sammy
.
’
