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‘
Not
wery
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
Mrs
.
Pell
was
a
tall
figure
,
’
said
Pell
,
‘
a
splendid
woman
,
with
a
noble
shape
,
and
a
nose
,
gentlemen
,
formed
to
command
and
be
majestic
.
She
was
very
much
attached
to
me
—
very
much
—
highly
connected
,
too
.
Her
mother
’
s
brother
,
gentlemen
,
failed
for
eight
hundred
pounds
,
as
a
law
stationer
.
’
‘
Vell
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
who
had
grown
rather
restless
during
this
discussion
,
‘
vith
regard
to
bis
’
ness
.
’
The
word
was
music
to
Pell
’
s
ears
.
He
had
been
revolving
in
his
mind
whether
any
business
was
to
be
transacted
,
or
whether
he
had
been
merely
invited
to
partake
of
a
glass
of
brandy
-
and
-
water
,
or
a
bowl
of
punch
,
or
any
similar
professional
compliment
,
and
now
the
doubt
was
set
at
rest
without
his
appearing
at
all
eager
for
its
solution
.
His
eyes
glistened
as
he
laid
his
hat
on
the
table
,
and
said
—
‘
What
is
the
business
upon
which
—
um
?
Either
of
these
gentlemen
wish
to
go
through
the
court
?
We
require
an
arrest
;
a
friendly
arrest
will
do
,
you
know
;
we
are
all
friends
here
,
I
suppose
?
’
‘
Give
me
the
dockyment
,
Sammy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
taking
the
will
from
his
son
,
who
appeared
to
enjoy
the
interview
amazingly
.
‘
Wot
we
rekvire
,
sir
,
is
a
probe
o
’
this
here
.
’
‘
Probate
,
my
dear
Sir
,
probate
,
’
said
Pell
.
‘
Well
,
sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
sharply
,
‘
probe
and
probe
it
,
is
wery
much
the
same
;
if
you
don
’
t
understand
wot
I
mean
,
sir
,
I
des
-
say
I
can
find
them
as
does
.
’
‘
No
offence
,
I
hope
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
’
said
Pell
meekly
.
‘
You
are
the
executor
,
I
see
,
’
he
added
,
casting
his
eyes
over
the
paper
.
