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‘
Vere
are
they
?
’
said
Sam
,
reciprocating
all
the
old
gentleman
’
s
grins
.
‘
In
the
snuggery
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Catch
the
red
-
nosed
man
a
-
goin
’
anyvere
but
vere
the
liquors
is
;
not
he
,
Samivel
,
not
he
.
Ve
’
d
a
wery
pleasant
ride
along
the
road
from
the
Markis
this
mornin
’
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
when
he
felt
himself
equal
to
the
task
of
speaking
in
an
articulate
manner
.
‘
I
drove
the
old
piebald
in
that
‘
ere
little
shay
-
cart
as
belonged
to
your
mother
-
in
-
law
’
s
first
wenter
,
into
vich
a
harm
-
cheer
wos
lifted
for
the
shepherd
;
and
I
’
m
blessed
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
a
look
of
deep
scorn
—
‘
I
’
m
blessed
if
they
didn
’
t
bring
a
portable
flight
o
’
steps
out
into
the
road
a
-
front
o
’
our
door
for
him
,
to
get
up
by
.
’
‘
You
don
’
t
mean
that
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
do
mean
that
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
his
father
,
‘
and
I
vish
you
could
ha
’
seen
how
tight
he
held
on
by
the
sides
wen
he
did
get
up
,
as
if
he
wos
afeerd
o
’
being
precipitayted
down
full
six
foot
,
and
dashed
into
a
million
hatoms
.
He
tumbled
in
at
last
,
however
,
and
avay
ve
vent
;
and
I
rayther
think
—
I
say
I
rayther
think
,
Samivel
—
that
he
found
his
-
self
a
little
jolted
ven
ve
turned
the
corners
.
’
‘
Wot
,
I
s
’
pose
you
happened
to
drive
up
agin
a
post
or
two
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
’
m
afeerd
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
a
rapture
of
winks
—
‘
I
’
m
afeerd
I
took
vun
or
two
on
’
em
,
Sammy
;
he
wos
a
-
flyin
’
out
o
’
the
arm
-
cheer
all
the
way
.
’
Here
the
old
gentleman
shook
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
and
was
seized
with
a
hoarse
internal
rumbling
,
accompanied
with
a
violent
swelling
of
the
countenance
,
and
a
sudden
increase
in
the
breadth
of
all
his
features
;
symptoms
which
alarmed
his
son
not
a
little
.
‘
Don
’
t
be
frightened
,
Sammy
,
don
’
t
be
frightened
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
,
when
by
dint
of
much
struggling
,
and
various
convulsive
stamps
upon
the
ground
,
he
had
recovered
his
voice
.
‘
It
’
s
only
a
kind
o
’
quiet
laugh
as
I
’
m
a
-
tryin
’
to
come
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
Well
,
if
that
’
s
wot
it
is
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
you
’
d
better
not
try
to
come
it
agin
.
You
’
ll
find
it
rayther
a
dangerous
inwention
.
’
