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At
this
supposition
,
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
in
evident
consternation
,
gathered
up
his
hat
and
umbrella
,
and
proposed
an
immediate
departure
,
to
which
Mrs
.
Weller
assented
.
Sam
walked
with
them
to
the
lodge
gate
,
and
took
a
dutiful
leave
.
‘
A
-
do
,
Samivel
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Wot
’
s
a
-
do
?
’
inquired
Sammy
.
‘
Well
,
good
-
bye
,
then
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Oh
,
that
’
s
wot
you
’
re
aimin
’
at
,
is
it
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Good
-
bye
!
’
‘
Sammy
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Weller
,
looking
cautiously
round
;
‘
my
duty
to
your
gov
’
nor
,
and
tell
him
if
he
thinks
better
o
’
this
here
bis
’
ness
,
to
com
-
moonicate
vith
me
.
Me
and
a
cab
’
net
-
maker
has
dewised
a
plan
for
gettin
’
him
out
.
A
pianner
,
Samivel
—
a
pianner
!
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
striking
his
son
on
the
chest
with
the
back
of
his
hand
,
and
falling
back
a
step
or
two
.
‘
Wot
do
you
mean
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
A
pianner
-
forty
,
Samivel
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
a
still
more
mysterious
manner
,
‘
as
he
can
have
on
hire
;
vun
as
von
’
t
play
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
And
wot
’
ud
be
the
good
o
’
that
?
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Let
him
send
to
my
friend
,
the
cabinet
-
maker
,
to
fetch
it
back
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Are
you
avake
,
now
?
’
