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Sam
nodded
,
and
Mr
.
Weller
the
elder
gave
vent
to
an
extraordinary
sound
,
which
,
being
neither
a
groan
,
nor
a
grunt
,
nor
a
gasp
,
nor
a
growl
,
seemed
to
partake
in
some
degree
of
the
character
of
all
four
.
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
encouraged
by
this
sound
,
which
he
understood
to
betoken
remorse
or
repentance
,
looked
about
him
,
rubbed
his
hands
,
wept
,
smiled
,
wept
again
,
and
then
,
walking
softly
across
the
room
to
a
well
-
remembered
shelf
in
one
corner
,
took
down
a
tumbler
,
and
with
great
deliberation
put
four
lumps
of
sugar
in
it
.
Having
got
thus
far
,
he
looked
about
him
again
,
and
sighed
grievously
;
with
that
,
he
walked
softly
into
the
bar
,
and
presently
returning
with
the
tumbler
half
full
of
pine
-
apple
rum
,
advanced
to
the
kettle
which
was
singing
gaily
on
the
hob
,
mixed
his
grog
,
stirred
it
,
sipped
it
,
sat
down
,
and
taking
a
long
and
hearty
pull
at
the
rum
-
and
-
water
,
stopped
for
breath
.
The
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
who
still
continued
to
make
various
strange
and
uncouth
attempts
to
appear
asleep
,
offered
not
a
single
word
during
these
proceedings
;
but
when
Stiggins
stopped
for
breath
,
he
darted
upon
him
,
and
snatching
the
tumbler
from
his
hand
,
threw
the
remainder
of
the
rum
-
and
-
water
in
his
face
,
and
the
glass
itself
into
the
grate
.
Then
,
seizing
the
reverend
gentleman
firmly
by
the
collar
,
he
suddenly
fell
to
kicking
him
most
furiously
,
accompanying
every
application
of
his
top
-
boot
to
Mr
.
Stiggins
’
s
person
,
with
sundry
violent
and
incoherent
anathemas
upon
his
limbs
,
eyes
,
and
body
.
‘
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
put
my
hat
on
tight
for
me
.
’
Sam
dutifully
adjusted
the
hat
with
the
long
hatband
more
firmly
on
his
father
’
s
head
,
and
the
old
gentleman
,
resuming
his
kicking
with
greater
agility
than
before
,
tumbled
with
Mr
Stiggins
through
the
bar
,
and
through
the
passage
,
out
at
the
front
door
,
and
so
into
the
street
—
the
kicking
continuing
the
whole
way
,
and
increasing
in
vehemence
,
rather
than
diminishing
,
every
time
the
top
-
boot
was
lifted
.
It
was
a
beautiful
and
exhilarating
sight
to
see
the
red
-
nosed
man
writhing
in
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
grasp
,
and
his
whole
frame
quivering
with
anguish
as
kick
followed
kick
in
rapid
succession
;
it
was
a
still
more
exciting
spectacle
to
behold
Mr
.
Weller
,
after
a
powerful
struggle
,
immersing
Mr
.
Stiggins
’
s
head
in
a
horse
-
trough
full
of
water
,
and
holding
it
there
,
until
he
was
half
suffocated
.
‘
There
!
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
throwing
all
his
energy
into
one
most
complicated
kick
,
as
he
at
length
permitted
Mr
.
Stiggins
to
withdraw
his
head
from
the
trough
,
‘
send
any
vun
o
’
them
lazy
shepherds
here
,
and
I
’
ll
pound
him
to
a
jelly
first
,
and
drownd
him
artervards
!
Sammy
,
help
me
in
,
and
fill
me
a
small
glass
of
brandy
.
I
’
m
out
o
’
breath
,
my
boy
.
’
When
Arabella
,
after
some
gentle
preparation
and
many
assurances
that
there
was
not
the
least
occasion
for
being
low
-
spirited
,
was
at
length
made
acquainted
by
Mr
.
Pickwick
with
the
unsatisfactory
result
of
his
visit
to
Birmingham
,
she
burst
into
tears
,
and
sobbing
aloud
,
lamented
in
moving
terms
that
she
should
have
been
the
unhappy
cause
of
any
estrangement
between
a
father
and
his
son
.
