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‘
Oh
,
that
’
s
it
,
is
it
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
was
afeerd
,
from
his
manner
,
that
he
might
ha
’
forgotten
to
take
pepper
vith
that
‘
ere
last
cowcumber
he
eat
.
Set
down
,
Sir
,
ve
make
no
extra
charge
for
settin
’
down
,
as
the
king
remarked
wen
he
blowed
up
his
ministers
.
’
‘
Young
man
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
ostentatiously
,
‘
I
fear
you
are
not
softened
by
imprisonment
.
’
‘
Beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
;
‘
wot
wos
you
graciously
pleased
to
hobserve
?
’
‘
I
apprehend
,
young
man
,
that
your
nature
is
no
softer
for
this
chastening
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
in
a
loud
voice
.
‘
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
,
‘
you
’
re
wery
kind
to
say
so
.
I
hope
my
natur
is
NOT
a
soft
vun
,
Sir
.
Wery
much
obliged
to
you
for
your
good
opinion
,
Sir
.
’
At
this
point
of
the
conversation
,
a
sound
,
indecorously
approaching
to
a
laugh
,
was
heard
to
proceed
from
the
chair
in
which
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
was
seated
;
upon
which
Mrs
.
Weller
,
on
a
hasty
consideration
of
all
the
circumstances
of
the
case
,
considered
it
her
bounden
duty
to
become
gradually
hysterical
.
‘
Weller
,
’
said
Mrs
.
W
.
(
the
old
gentleman
was
seated
in
a
corner
)
;
‘
Weller
!
Come
forth
.
’
‘
Wery
much
obleeged
to
you
,
my
dear
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
but
I
’
m
quite
comfortable
vere
I
am
.
’
Upon
this
,
Mrs
.
Weller
burst
into
tears
.
