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‘
Samivel
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
accosting
his
son
on
the
morning
after
the
funeral
,
‘
I
’
ve
found
it
,
Sammy
.
I
thought
it
wos
there
.
’
‘
Thought
wot
wos
there
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Your
mother
-
in
-
law
’
s
vill
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
In
wirtue
o
’
vich
,
them
arrangements
is
to
be
made
as
I
told
you
on
,
last
night
,
respectin
’
the
funs
.
’
‘
Wot
,
didn
’
t
she
tell
you
were
it
wos
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Not
a
bit
on
it
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
We
wos
a
adjestin
’
our
little
differences
,
and
I
wos
a
-
cheerin
’
her
spirits
and
bearin
’
her
up
,
so
that
I
forgot
to
ask
anythin
’
about
it
.
I
don
’
t
know
as
I
should
ha
’
done
it
,
indeed
,
if
I
had
remembered
it
,
’
added
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
for
it
’
s
a
rum
sort
o
’
thing
,
Sammy
,
to
go
a
-
hankerin
’
arter
anybody
’
s
property
,
ven
you
’
re
assistin
’
’
em
in
illness
.
It
’
s
like
helping
an
outside
passenger
up
,
ven
he
’
s
been
pitched
off
a
coach
,
and
puttin
’
your
hand
in
his
pocket
,
vile
you
ask
him
,
vith
a
sigh
,
how
he
finds
his
-
self
,
Sammy
.
’
With
this
figurative
illustration
of
his
meaning
,
Mr
.
Weller
unclasped
his
pocket
-
book
,
and
drew
forth
a
dirty
sheet
of
letter
-
paper
,
on
which
were
inscribed
various
characters
crowded
together
in
remarkable
confusion
.
‘
This
here
is
the
dockyment
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
I
found
it
in
the
little
black
tea
-
pot
,
on
the
top
shelf
o
’
the
bar
closet
.
She
used
to
keep
bank
-
notes
there
,
‘
fore
she
vos
married
,
Samivel
.
I
’
ve
seen
her
take
the
lid
off
,
to
pay
a
bill
,
many
and
many
a
time
.
Poor
creetur
,
she
might
ha
’
filled
all
the
tea
-
pots
in
the
house
vith
vills
,
and
not
have
inconwenienced
herself
neither
,
for
she
took
wery
little
of
anythin
’
in
that
vay
lately
,
‘
cept
on
the
temperance
nights
,
ven
they
just
laid
a
foundation
o
’
tea
to
put
the
spirits
atop
on
!
’
‘
What
does
it
say
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
Jist
vot
I
told
you
,
my
boy
,
’
rejoined
his
parent
.
‘
Two
hundred
pound
vurth
o
’
reduced
counsels
to
my
son
-
in
-
law
,
Samivel
,
and
all
the
rest
o
’
my
property
,
of
ev
’
ry
kind
and
description
votsoever
,
to
my
husband
,
Mr
.
Tony
Veller
,
who
I
appint
as
my
sole
eggzekiter
.
’
