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‘
Wot
about
?
’
inquired
Sam
,
drawing
his
chair
up
to
the
fire
.
‘
In
a
referee
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
regarding
HER
,
Samivel
.
’
Here
Mr
.
Weller
jerked
his
head
in
the
direction
of
Dorking
churchyard
,
in
mute
explanation
that
his
words
referred
to
the
late
Mrs
.
Weller
.
‘
I
wos
a
-
thinkin
’
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
eyeing
his
son
,
with
great
earnestness
,
over
his
pipe
,
as
if
to
assure
him
that
however
extraordinary
and
incredible
the
declaration
might
appear
,
it
was
nevertheless
calmly
and
deliberately
uttered
.
‘
I
wos
a
-
thinkin
’
,
Sammy
,
that
upon
the
whole
I
wos
wery
sorry
she
wos
gone
.
’
‘
Vell
,
and
so
you
ought
to
be
,
’
replied
Sam
.
Mr
.
Weller
nodded
his
acquiescence
in
the
sentiment
,
and
again
fastening
his
eyes
on
the
fire
,
shrouded
himself
in
a
cloud
,
and
mused
deeply
.
‘
Those
wos
wery
sensible
observations
as
she
made
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
driving
the
smoke
away
with
his
hand
,
after
a
long
silence
.
‘
Wot
observations
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Them
as
she
made
,
arter
she
was
took
ill
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Wot
was
they
?
’
‘
Somethin
’
to
this
here
effect
.
"
Veller
,
"
she
says
,
"
I
’
m
afeered
I
’
ve
not
done
by
you
quite
wot
I
ought
to
have
done
;
you
’
re
a
wery
kind
-
hearted
man
,
and
I
might
ha
’
made
your
home
more
comfortabler
.
