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Mr
.
Weller
shook
his
head
,
and
his
red
cheeks
expanded
with
the
laughter
that
was
endeavouring
to
find
a
vent
.
‘
Mottled
-
faced
man
,
p
’
raps
?
’
asked
Sam
.
Again
Mr
.
Weller
shook
his
head
.
‘
Who
then
?
‘
asked
Sam
.
‘
Your
mother
-
in
-
law
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
;
and
it
was
lucky
he
did
say
it
,
or
his
cheeks
must
inevitably
have
cracked
,
from
their
most
unnatural
distension
.
‘
Your
mother
—
in
—
law
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
and
the
red
-
nosed
man
,
my
boy
;
and
the
red
-
nosed
man
.
Ho
!
ho
!
ho
!
’
With
this
,
Mr
.
Weller
launched
into
convulsions
of
laughter
,
while
Sam
regarded
him
with
a
broad
grin
gradually
over
–
spreading
his
whole
countenance
.
‘
They
’
ve
come
to
have
a
little
serious
talk
with
you
,
Samivel
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
wiping
his
eyes
.
‘
Don
’
t
let
out
nothin
’
about
the
unnat
’
ral
creditor
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
Wot
,
don
’
t
they
know
who
it
is
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Not
a
bit
on
it
,
’
replied
his
father
.
