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‘
Don
’
t
you
like
it
,
Sammy
?
’
inquired
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
the
tears
still
running
down
his
cheeks
,
‘
it
’
ud
ha
’
been
a
wery
great
accommodation
to
me
if
I
could
ha
’
done
it
,
and
’
ud
ha
’
saved
a
good
many
vords
atween
your
mother
-
in
-
law
and
me
,
sometimes
;
but
I
’
m
afeerd
you
’
re
right
,
Sammy
,
it
’
s
too
much
in
the
appleplexy
line
—
a
deal
too
much
,
Samivel
.
’
This
conversation
brought
them
to
the
door
of
the
snuggery
,
into
which
Sam
—
pausing
for
an
instant
to
look
over
his
shoulder
,
and
cast
a
sly
leer
at
his
respected
progenitor
,
who
was
still
giggling
behind
—
at
once
led
the
way
.
‘
Mother
-
in
-
law
,
’
said
Sam
,
politely
saluting
the
lady
,
‘
wery
much
obliged
to
you
for
this
here
wisit
.
—
Shepherd
,
how
air
you
?
’
‘
Oh
,
Samuel
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
.
‘
This
is
dreadful
.
’
‘
Not
a
bit
on
it
,
mum
,
’
replied
Sam
.
—
‘
Is
it
,
shepherd
?
’
Mr
.
Stiggins
raised
his
hands
,
and
turned
up
his
eyes
,
until
the
whites
—
or
rather
the
yellows
—
were
alone
visible
;
but
made
no
reply
in
words
.
‘
Is
this
here
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
troubled
with
any
painful
complaint
?
’
said
Sam
,
looking
to
his
mother
-
in
-
law
for
explanation
.
‘
The
good
man
is
grieved
to
see
you
here
,
Samuel
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Weller
.
