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‘
You
may
sit
down
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
apprehending
that
the
interview
was
likely
to
prove
rather
longer
than
he
had
expected
.
Sam
bowed
again
and
sat
down
;
his
father
looking
round
,
he
continued
—
‘
The
gov
’
nor
,
sir
,
has
drawn
out
five
hundred
and
thirty
pound
.
’
‘
Reduced
counsels
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
,
in
an
undertone
.
‘
It
don
’
t
much
matter
vether
it
’
s
reduced
counsels
,
or
wot
not
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
five
hundred
and
thirty
pounds
is
the
sum
,
ain
’
t
it
?
’
‘
All
right
,
Samivel
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
To
vich
sum
,
he
has
added
for
the
house
and
bisness
—
’
‘
Lease
,
good
-
vill
,
stock
,
and
fixters
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
As
much
as
makes
it
,
’
continued
Sam
,
‘
altogether
,
eleven
hundred
and
eighty
pound
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
I
am
delighted
to
hear
it
.
I
congratulate
you
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
on
having
done
so
well
.
’
