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‘
I
’
m
afeered
,
mum
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
that
this
here
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
,
with
the
twist
in
his
countenance
,
feels
rather
thirsty
,
with
the
melancholy
spectacle
afore
him
.
Is
it
the
case
,
mum
?
’
The
worthy
lady
looked
at
Mr
.
Stiggins
for
a
reply
;
that
gentleman
,
with
many
rollings
of
the
eye
,
clenched
his
throat
with
his
right
hand
,
and
mimicked
the
act
of
swallowing
,
to
intimate
that
he
was
athirst
.
‘
I
am
afraid
,
Samuel
,
that
his
feelings
have
made
him
so
indeed
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
mournfully
.
‘
Wot
’
s
your
usual
tap
,
sir
?
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Oh
,
my
dear
young
friend
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
‘
all
taps
is
vanities
!
’
‘
Too
true
,
too
true
,
indeed
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
,
murmuring
a
groan
,
and
shaking
her
head
assentingly
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
des
-
say
they
may
be
,
sir
;
but
wich
is
your
partickler
wanity
?
Wich
wanity
do
you
like
the
flavour
on
best
,
sir
?
’
‘
Oh
,
my
dear
young
friend
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
‘
I
despise
them
all
.
If
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
—
‘
if
there
is
any
one
of
them
less
odious
than
another
,
it
is
the
liquor
called
rum
.
Warm
,
my
dear
young
friend
,
with
three
lumps
of
sugar
to
the
tumbler
.
’
‘
Wery
sorry
to
say
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
that
they
don
’
t
allow
that
particular
wanity
to
be
sold
in
this
here
establishment
.
’
