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‘
Wot
’
s
gone
wrong
,
mum
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Oh
,
Samuel
!
’
replied
Mrs
.
Weller
,
‘
your
father
makes
me
wretched
.
Will
nothing
do
him
good
?
’
‘
Do
you
hear
this
here
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Lady
vants
to
know
vether
nothin
’
’
ull
do
you
good
.
’
‘
Wery
much
indebted
to
Mrs
.
Weller
for
her
po
-
lite
inquiries
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
I
think
a
pipe
vould
benefit
me
a
good
deal
.
Could
I
be
accommodated
,
Sammy
?
’
Here
Mrs
.
Weller
let
fall
some
more
tears
,
and
Mr
.
Stiggins
groaned
.
‘
Hollo
!
Here
’
s
this
unfortunate
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
took
ill
agin
,
’
said
Sam
,
looking
round
.
‘
Vere
do
you
feel
it
now
,
sir
?
’
‘
In
the
same
place
,
young
man
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
‘
in
the
same
place
.
’
‘
Vere
may
that
be
,
Sir
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
with
great
outward
simplicity
.
‘
In
the
buzzim
,
young
man
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
placing
his
umbrella
on
his
waistcoat
.
At
this
affecting
reply
,
Mrs
.
Weller
,
being
wholly
unable
to
suppress
her
feelings
,
sobbed
aloud
,
and
stated
her
conviction
that
the
red
-
nosed
man
was
a
saint
;
whereupon
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
ventured
to
suggest
,
in
an
undertone
,
that
he
must
be
the
representative
of
the
united
parishes
of
St
.
Simon
Without
and
St
.
Walker
Within
.
