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Mr
.
Stiggins
made
no
verbal
answer
,
but
his
manner
was
expressive
.
He
tasted
the
contents
of
the
glass
which
Sam
had
placed
in
his
hand
,
put
his
umbrella
on
the
floor
,
and
tasted
it
again
,
passing
his
hand
placidly
across
his
stomach
twice
or
thrice
;
he
then
drank
the
whole
at
a
breath
,
and
smacking
his
lips
,
held
out
the
tumbler
for
more
.
Nor
was
Mrs
.
Weller
behind
-
hand
in
doing
justice
to
the
composition
.
The
good
lady
began
by
protesting
that
she
couldn
’
t
touch
a
drop
—
then
took
a
small
drop
—
then
a
large
drop
—
then
a
great
many
drops
;
and
her
feelings
being
of
the
nature
of
those
substances
which
are
powerfully
affected
by
the
application
of
strong
waters
,
she
dropped
a
tear
with
every
drop
of
negus
,
and
so
got
on
,
melting
the
feelings
down
,
until
at
length
she
had
arrived
at
a
very
pathetic
and
decent
pitch
of
misery
.
The
elder
Mr
.
Weller
observed
these
signs
and
tokens
with
many
manifestations
of
disgust
,
and
when
,
after
a
second
jug
of
the
same
,
Mr
.
Stiggins
began
to
sigh
in
a
dismal
manner
,
he
plainly
evinced
his
disapprobation
of
the
whole
proceedings
,
by
sundry
incoherent
ramblings
of
speech
,
among
which
frequent
angry
repetitions
of
the
word
‘
gammon
’
were
alone
distinguishable
to
the
ear
.
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
wot
it
is
,
Samivel
,
my
boy
,
’
whispered
the
old
gentleman
into
his
son
’
s
ear
,
after
a
long
and
steadfast
contemplation
of
his
lady
and
Mr
.
Stiggins
;
‘
I
think
there
must
be
somethin
’
wrong
in
your
mother
-
in
-
law
’
s
inside
,
as
vell
as
in
that
o
’
the
red
-
nosed
man
.
’
‘
Wot
do
you
mean
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
I
mean
this
here
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
,
‘
that
wot
they
drink
,
don
’
t
seem
no
nourishment
to
’
em
;
it
all
turns
to
warm
water
,
and
comes
a
-
pourin
’
out
o
’
their
eyes
.
‘
Pend
upon
it
,
Sammy
,
it
’
s
a
constitootional
infirmity
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
delivered
this
scientific
opinion
with
many
confirmatory
frowns
and
nods
;
which
,
Mrs
.
Weller
remarking
,
and
concluding
that
they
bore
some
disparaging
reference
either
to
herself
or
to
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
or
to
both
,
was
on
the
point
of
becoming
infinitely
worse
,
when
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
getting
on
his
legs
as
well
as
he
could
,
proceeded
to
deliver
an
edifying
discourse
for
the
benefit
of
the
company
,
but
more
especially
of
Mr
.
Samuel
,
whom
he
adjured
in
moving
terms
to
be
upon
his
guard
in
that
sink
of
iniquity
into
which
he
was
cast
;
to
abstain
from
all
hypocrisy
and
pride
of
heart
;
and
to
take
in
all
things
exact
pattern
and
copy
by
him
(
Stiggins
)
,
in
which
case
he
might
calculate
on
arriving
,
sooner
or
later
at
the
comfortable
conclusion
,
that
,
like
him
,
he
was
a
most
estimable
and
blameless
character
,
and
that
all
his
acquaintances
and
friends
were
hopelessly
abandoned
and
profligate
wretches
.
Which
consideration
,
he
said
,
could
not
but
afford
him
the
liveliest
satisfaction
.
He
furthermore
conjured
him
to
avoid
,
above
all
things
,
the
vice
of
intoxication
,
which
he
likened
unto
the
filthy
habits
of
swine
,
and
to
those
poisonous
and
baleful
drugs
which
being
chewed
in
the
mouth
,
are
said
to
filch
away
the
memory
.
At
this
point
of
his
discourse
,
the
reverend
and
red
-
nosed
gentleman
became
singularly
incoherent
,
and
staggering
to
and
fro
in
the
excitement
of
his
eloquence
,
was
fain
to
catch
at
the
back
of
a
chair
to
preserve
his
perpendicular
.
