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‘
Why
,
that
,
’
replied
the
pretty
housemaid
.
‘
Lor
,
do
get
along
with
you
.
’
Thus
admonishing
him
,
the
pretty
housemaid
pushed
Sam
against
the
wall
,
declaring
that
he
had
tumbled
her
cap
,
and
put
her
hair
quite
out
of
curl
.
‘
And
prevented
what
I
was
going
to
say
,
besides
,
’
added
Mary
.
‘
There
’
s
a
letter
been
waiting
here
for
you
four
days
;
you
hadn
’
t
gone
away
,
half
an
hour
,
when
it
came
;
and
more
than
that
,
it
’
s
got
"
immediate
,
"
on
the
outside
.
’
‘
Vere
is
it
,
my
love
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
I
took
care
of
it
,
for
you
,
or
I
dare
say
it
would
have
been
lost
long
before
this
,
’
replied
Mary
.
‘
There
,
take
it
;
it
’
s
more
than
you
deserve
.
’
With
these
words
,
after
many
pretty
little
coquettish
doubts
and
fears
,
and
wishes
that
she
might
not
have
lost
it
,
Mary
produced
the
letter
from
behind
the
nicest
little
muslin
tucker
possible
,
and
handed
it
to
Sam
,
who
thereupon
kissed
it
with
much
gallantry
and
devotion
.
‘
My
goodness
me
!
’
said
Mary
,
adjusting
the
tucker
,
and
feigning
unconsciousness
,
‘
you
seem
to
have
grown
very
fond
of
it
all
at
once
.
’
To
this
Mr
.
Weller
only
replied
by
a
wink
,
the
intense
meaning
of
which
no
description
could
convey
the
faintest
idea
of
;
and
,
sitting
himself
down
beside
Mary
on
a
window
-
seat
,
opened
the
letter
and
glanced
at
the
contents
.
‘
Hollo
!
’
exclaimed
Sam
,
‘
wot
’
s
all
this
?
’
‘
Nothing
the
matter
,
I
hope
?
’
said
Mary
,
peeping
over
his
shoulder
.
