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‘
Ah
!
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
the
funs
;
two
hundred
pounds
o
’
the
money
is
to
be
inwested
for
you
,
Samivel
,
in
the
funs
;
four
and
a
half
per
cent
.
reduced
counsels
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
Wery
kind
o
’
the
old
lady
to
think
o
’
me
,
’
said
Sam
,
‘
and
I
’
m
wery
much
obliged
to
her
.
’
‘
The
rest
will
be
inwested
in
my
name
,
’
continued
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
;
‘
and
wen
I
’
m
took
off
the
road
,
it
’
ll
come
to
you
,
so
take
care
you
don
’
t
spend
it
all
at
vunst
,
my
boy
,
and
mind
that
no
widder
gets
a
inklin
’
o
’
your
fortun
’
,
or
you
’
re
done
.
’
Having
delivered
this
warning
,
Mr
.
Weller
resumed
his
pipe
with
a
more
serene
countenance
;
the
disclosure
of
these
matters
appearing
to
have
eased
his
mind
considerably
.
‘
Somebody
’
s
a
-
tappin
’
at
the
door
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Let
’
em
tap
,
’
replied
his
father
,
with
dignity
.
Sam
acted
upon
the
direction
.
There
was
another
tap
,
and
another
,
and
then
a
long
row
of
taps
;
upon
which
Sam
inquired
why
the
tapper
was
not
admitted
.
‘
Hush
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
apprehensive
looks
,
‘
don
’
t
take
no
notice
on
’
em
,
Sammy
,
it
’
s
vun
o
’
the
widders
,
p
’
raps
.
’
No
notice
being
taken
of
the
taps
,
the
unseen
visitor
,
after
a
short
lapse
,
ventured
to
open
the
door
and
peep
in
.
It
was
no
female
head
that
was
thrust
in
at
the
partially
-
opened
door
,
but
the
long
black
locks
and
red
face
of
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
pipe
fell
from
his
hands
.
