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This
hint
was
not
lost
upon
the
buxom
female
;
for
she
at
once
left
the
room
,
and
slammed
the
door
behind
her
,
upon
which
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
falling
back
in
his
chair
in
a
violent
perspiration
,
said
—
‘
Sammy
,
if
I
wos
to
stop
here
alone
vun
week
—
only
vun
week
,
my
boy
—
that
‘
ere
‘
ooman
’
ud
marry
me
by
force
and
wiolence
afore
it
was
over
.
’
‘
Wot
!
is
she
so
wery
fond
on
you
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Fond
!
’
replied
his
father
.
‘
I
can
’
t
keep
her
avay
from
me
.
If
I
was
locked
up
in
a
fireproof
chest
vith
a
patent
Brahmin
,
she
’
d
find
means
to
get
at
me
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
Wot
a
thing
it
is
to
be
so
sought
arter
!
’
observed
Sam
,
smiling
.
‘
I
don
’
t
take
no
pride
out
on
it
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
poking
the
fire
vehemently
,
‘
it
’
s
a
horrid
sitiwation
.
I
’
m
actiwally
drove
out
o
’
house
and
home
by
it
.
The
breath
was
scarcely
out
o
’
your
poor
mother
-
in
-
law
’
s
body
,
ven
vun
old
‘
ooman
sends
me
a
pot
o
’
jam
,
and
another
a
pot
o
’
jelly
,
and
another
brews
a
blessed
large
jug
o
’
camomile
-
tea
,
vich
she
brings
in
vith
her
own
hands
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
paused
with
an
aspect
of
intense
disgust
,
and
looking
round
,
added
in
a
whisper
,
‘
They
wos
all
widders
,
Sammy
,
all
on
’
em
,
‘
cept
the
camomile
-
tea
vun
,
as
wos
a
single
young
lady
o
’
fifty
-
three
.
’
Sam
gave
a
comical
look
in
reply
,
and
the
old
gentleman
having
broken
an
obstinate
lump
of
coal
,
with
a
countenance
expressive
of
as
much
earnestness
and
malice
as
if
it
had
been
the
head
of
one
of
the
widows
last
-
mentioned
,
said
:
‘
In
short
,
Sammy
,
I
feel
that
I
ain
’
t
safe
anyveres
but
on
the
box
.
’
