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‘
Thanks
to
your
worthy
governor
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Trotter
,
‘
we
have
half
a
leg
of
mutton
,
baked
,
at
a
quarter
before
three
,
with
the
potatoes
under
it
to
save
boiling
.
’
‘
Wot
!
Has
HE
been
a
-
purwidin
’
for
you
?
’
asked
Sam
emphatically
.
‘
He
has
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Job
.
‘
More
than
that
,
Mr
.
Weller
;
my
master
being
very
ill
,
he
got
us
a
room
—
we
were
in
a
kennel
before
—
and
paid
for
it
,
Sir
;
and
come
to
look
at
us
,
at
night
,
when
nobody
should
know
.
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Job
,
with
real
tears
in
his
eyes
,
for
once
,
‘
I
could
serve
that
gentleman
till
I
fell
down
dead
at
his
feet
.
’
‘
I
say
!
’
said
Sam
,
‘
I
’
ll
trouble
you
,
my
friend
!
None
o
’
that
!
’
Job
Trotter
looked
amazed
.
‘
None
o
’
that
,
I
say
,
young
feller
,
’
repeated
Sam
firmly
.
‘
No
man
serves
him
but
me
.
And
now
we
’
re
upon
it
,
I
’
ll
let
you
into
another
secret
besides
that
,
’
said
Sam
,
as
he
paid
for
the
beer
.
‘
I
never
heerd
,
mind
you
,
or
read
of
in
story
-
books
,
nor
see
in
picters
,
any
angel
in
tights
and
gaiters
—
not
even
in
spectacles
,
as
I
remember
,
though
that
may
ha
’
been
done
for
anythin
’
I
know
to
the
contrairey
—
but
mark
my
vords
,
Job
Trotter
,
he
’
s
a
reg
’
lar
thoroughbred
angel
for
all
that
;
and
let
me
see
the
man
as
wenturs
to
tell
me
he
knows
a
better
vun
.
’
With
this
defiance
,
Mr
.
Weller
buttoned
up
his
change
in
a
side
pocket
,
and
,
with
many
confirmatory
nods
and
gestures
by
the
way
,
proceeded
in
search
of
the
subject
of
discourse
.
They
found
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
in
company
with
Jingle
,
talking
very
earnestly
,
and
not
bestowing
a
look
on
the
groups
who
were
congregated
on
the
racket
-
ground
;
they
were
very
motley
groups
too
,
and
worth
the
looking
at
,
if
it
were
only
in
idle
curiosity
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
Sam
and
his
companion
drew
nigh
,
‘
you
will
see
how
your
health
becomes
,
and
think
about
it
meanwhile
.
Make
the
statement
out
for
me
when
you
feel
yourself
equal
to
the
task
,
and
I
will
discuss
the
subject
with
you
when
I
have
considered
it
.
Now
,
go
to
your
room
.
You
are
tired
,
and
not
strong
enough
to
be
out
long
.
’
Mr
.
Alfred
Jingle
,
without
one
spark
of
his
old
animation
—
with
nothing
even
of
the
dismal
gaiety
which
he
had
assumed
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
first
stumbled
on
him
in
his
misery
—
bowed
low
without
speaking
,
and
,
motioning
to
Job
not
to
follow
him
just
yet
,
crept
slowly
away
.
