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‘
I
know
the
rascal
,
’
replied
Perker
good
-
humouredly
.
‘
See
after
your
friend
,
and
be
in
the
way
to
-
morrow
at
one
.
Do
you
hear
?
Now
,
is
there
anything
more
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
You
have
delivered
the
little
parcel
I
gave
you
for
your
old
landlord
,
Sam
?
’
‘
I
have
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
He
bust
out
a
-
cryin
’
,
Sir
,
and
said
you
wos
wery
gen
’
rous
and
thoughtful
,
and
he
only
wished
you
could
have
him
innockilated
for
a
gallopin
’
consumption
,
for
his
old
friend
as
had
lived
here
so
long
wos
dead
,
and
he
’
d
noweres
to
look
for
another
.
’
‘
Poor
fellow
,
poor
fellow
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
God
bless
you
,
my
friends
!
’
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
uttered
this
adieu
,
the
crowd
raised
a
loud
shout
.
Many
among
them
were
pressing
forward
to
shake
him
by
the
hand
again
,
when
he
drew
his
arm
through
Perker
’
s
,
and
hurried
from
the
prison
,
far
more
sad
and
melancholy
,
for
the
moment
,
than
when
he
had
first
entered
it
.
Alas
!
how
many
sad
and
unhappy
beings
had
he
left
behind
!
A
happy
evening
was
that
for
at
least
one
party
in
the
George
and
Vulture
;
and
light
and
cheerful
were
two
of
the
hearts
that
emerged
from
its
hospitable
door
next
morning
.
The
owners
thereof
were
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Sam
Weller
,
the
former
of
whom
was
speedily
deposited
inside
a
comfortable
post
-
coach
,
with
a
little
dickey
behind
,
in
which
the
latter
mounted
with
great
agility
.
‘
Sir
,
’
called
out
Mr
.
Weller
to
his
master
‘
Well
,
Sam
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
thrusting
his
head
out
of
the
window
.
‘
I
wish
them
horses
had
been
three
months
and
better
in
the
Fleet
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Why
,
Sam
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Wy
,
Sir
,
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Weller
,
rubbing
his
hands
,
‘
how
they
would
go
if
they
had
been
!
’
