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‘
How
are
you
safer
there
than
anyveres
else
?
’
interrupted
Sam
.
"
Cos
a
coachman
’
s
a
privileged
indiwidual
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
looking
fixedly
at
his
son
.
‘
‘
Cos
a
coachman
may
do
vithout
suspicion
wot
other
men
may
not
;
‘
cos
a
coachman
may
be
on
the
wery
amicablest
terms
with
eighty
mile
o
’
females
,
and
yet
nobody
think
that
he
ever
means
to
marry
any
vun
among
’
em
.
And
wot
other
man
can
say
the
same
,
Sammy
?
’
‘
Vell
,
there
’
s
somethin
’
in
that
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
If
your
gov
’
nor
had
been
a
coachman
,
’
reasoned
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
do
you
s
’
pose
as
that
‘
ere
jury
’
ud
ever
ha
’
conwicted
him
,
s
’
posin
’
it
possible
as
the
matter
could
ha
’
gone
to
that
extremity
?
They
dustn
’
t
ha
’
done
it
.
’
‘
Wy
not
?
’
said
Sam
,
rather
disparagingly
.
‘
Wy
not
!
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
‘
cos
it
’
ud
ha
’
gone
agin
their
consciences
.
A
reg
’
lar
coachman
’
s
a
sort
o
’
con
-
nectin
’
link
betwixt
singleness
and
matrimony
,
and
every
practicable
man
knows
it
.
’
‘
Wot
!
You
mean
,
they
’
re
gen
’
ral
favorites
,
and
nobody
takes
adwantage
on
’
em
,
p
’
raps
?
’
said
Sam
.
His
father
nodded
.
‘
How
it
ever
come
to
that
‘
ere
pass
,
’
resumed
the
parent
Weller
,
‘
I
can
’
t
say
.
Wy
it
is
that
long
-
stage
coachmen
possess
such
insiniwations
,
and
is
alvays
looked
up
to
—
a
-
dored
I
may
say
—
by
ev
’
ry
young
‘
ooman
in
ev
’
ry
town
he
vurks
through
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
only
know
that
so
it
is
.
It
’
s
a
regulation
of
natur
—
a
dispensary
,
as
your
poor
mother
-
in
-
law
used
to
say
.
’
‘
A
dispensation
,
’
said
Sam
,
correcting
the
old
gentleman
.
