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‘
Stop
a
minit
,
’
replied
Sam
,
running
over
the
letter
again
,
and
pausing
here
and
there
,
to
reflect
,
as
he
did
so
.
‘
You
’
ve
hit
it
.
The
gen
’
l
’
m
’
n
as
wrote
it
wos
a
-
tellin
’
all
about
the
misfortun
’
in
a
proper
vay
,
and
then
my
father
comes
a
-
lookin
’
over
him
,
and
complicates
the
whole
concern
by
puttin
’
his
oar
in
.
That
’
s
just
the
wery
sort
o
’
thing
he
’
d
do
.
You
’
re
right
,
Mary
,
my
dear
.
’
Having
satisfied
himself
on
this
point
,
Sam
read
the
letter
all
over
,
once
more
,
and
,
appearing
to
form
a
clear
notion
of
its
contents
for
the
first
time
,
ejaculated
thoughtfully
,
as
he
folded
it
up
—
‘
And
so
the
poor
creetur
’
s
dead
!
I
’
m
sorry
for
it
.
She
warn
’
t
a
bad
-
disposed
‘
ooman
,
if
them
shepherds
had
let
her
alone
.
I
’
m
wery
sorry
for
it
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
uttered
these
words
in
so
serious
a
manner
,
that
the
pretty
housemaid
cast
down
her
eyes
and
looked
very
grave
.
‘
Hows
’
ever
,
’
said
Sam
,
putting
the
letter
in
his
pocket
with
a
gentle
sigh
,
‘
it
wos
to
be
—
and
wos
,
as
the
old
lady
said
arter
she
’
d
married
the
footman
.
Can
’
t
be
helped
now
,
can
it
,
Mary
?
’
Mary
shook
her
head
,
and
sighed
too
.
‘
I
must
apply
to
the
hemperor
for
leave
of
absence
,
’
said
Sam
.
Mary
sighed
again
—
the
letter
was
so
very
affecting
.
‘
Good
-
bye
!
’
said
Sam
.
