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‘
You
will
tell
your
father
,
Sam
,
that
if
I
can
be
of
any
assistance
to
him
in
his
present
situation
,
I
shall
be
most
willing
and
ready
to
lend
him
any
aid
in
my
power
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Thank
’
ee
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Sam
.
‘
I
’
ll
mention
it
,
sir
.
’
And
with
some
expressions
of
mutual
good
-
will
and
interest
,
master
and
man
separated
.
It
was
just
seven
o
’
clock
when
Samuel
Weller
,
alighting
from
the
box
of
a
stage
-
coach
which
passed
through
Dorking
,
stood
within
a
few
hundred
yards
of
the
Marquis
of
Granby
.
It
was
a
cold
,
dull
evening
;
the
little
street
looked
dreary
and
dismal
;
and
the
mahogany
countenance
of
the
noble
and
gallant
marquis
seemed
to
wear
a
more
sad
and
melancholy
expression
than
it
was
wont
to
do
,
as
it
swung
to
and
fro
,
creaking
mournfully
in
the
wind
.
The
blinds
were
pulled
down
,
and
the
shutters
partly
closed
;
of
the
knot
of
loungers
that
usually
collected
about
the
door
,
not
one
was
to
be
seen
;
the
place
was
silent
and
desolate
.
Seeing
nobody
of
whom
he
could
ask
any
preliminary
questions
,
Sam
walked
softly
in
,
and
glancing
round
,
he
quickly
recognised
his
parent
in
the
distance
.
The
widower
was
seated
at
a
small
round
table
in
the
little
room
behind
the
bar
,
smoking
a
pipe
,
with
his
eyes
intently
fixed
upon
the
fire
.
The
funeral
had
evidently
taken
place
that
day
,
for
attached
to
his
hat
,
which
he
still
retained
on
his
head
,
was
a
hatband
measuring
about
a
yard
and
a
half
in
length
,
which
hung
over
the
top
rail
of
the
chair
and
streamed
negligently
down
.
Mr
.
Weller
was
in
a
very
abstracted
and
contemplative
mood
.
Notwithstanding
that
Sam
called
him
by
name
several
times
,
he
still
continued
to
smoke
with
the
same
fixed
and
quiet
countenance
,
and
was
only
roused
ultimately
by
his
son
’
s
placing
the
palm
of
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
‘
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
you
’
re
welcome
.
’
‘
I
’
ve
been
a
-
callin
’
to
you
half
a
dozen
times
,
’
said
Sam
,
hanging
his
hat
on
a
peg
,
‘
but
you
didn
’
t
hear
me
.
’
‘
No
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
again
looking
thoughtfully
at
the
fire
.
‘
I
was
in
a
referee
,
Sammy
.
’
