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‘
Vait
a
minit
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
raising
his
hand
in
a
deprecatory
manner
.
‘
Get
on
,
Samivel
.
’
‘
This
here
money
,
’
said
Sam
,
with
a
little
hesitation
,
‘
he
’
s
anxious
to
put
someveres
,
vere
he
knows
it
’
ll
be
safe
,
and
I
’
m
wery
anxious
too
,
for
if
he
keeps
it
,
he
’
ll
go
a
-
lendin
’
it
to
somebody
,
or
inwestin
’
property
in
horses
,
or
droppin
’
his
pocket
-
book
down
an
airy
,
or
makin
’
a
Egyptian
mummy
of
his
-
self
in
some
vay
or
another
.
’
‘
Wery
good
,
Samivel
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
as
complacent
a
manner
as
if
Sam
had
been
passing
the
highest
eulogiums
on
his
prudence
and
foresight
.
‘
Wery
good
.
’
‘
For
vich
reasons
,
’
continued
Sam
,
plucking
nervously
at
the
brim
of
his
hat
—
‘
for
vich
reasons
,
he
’
s
drawn
it
out
to
-
day
,
and
come
here
vith
me
to
say
,
leastvays
to
offer
,
or
in
other
vords
—
’
‘
To
say
this
here
,
’
said
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
impatiently
,
‘
that
it
ain
’
t
o
’
no
use
to
me
.
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
to
vork
a
coach
reg
’
lar
,
and
ha
’
n
’
t
got
noveres
to
keep
it
in
,
unless
I
vos
to
pay
the
guard
for
takin
’
care
on
it
,
or
to
put
it
in
vun
o
’
the
coach
pockets
,
vich
’
ud
be
a
temptation
to
the
insides
.
If
you
’
ll
take
care
on
it
for
me
,
sir
,
I
shall
be
wery
much
obliged
to
you
.
P
’
raps
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
walking
up
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
whispering
in
his
ear
—
‘
p
’
raps
it
’
ll
go
a
little
vay
towards
the
expenses
o
’
that
‘
ere
conwiction
.
All
I
say
is
,
just
you
keep
it
till
I
ask
you
for
it
again
.
’
With
these
words
,
Mr
.
Weller
placed
the
pocket
-
book
in
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
hands
,
caught
up
his
hat
,
and
ran
out
of
the
room
with
a
celerity
scarcely
to
be
expected
from
so
corpulent
a
subject
.
‘
Stop
him
,
Sam
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
earnestly
.
‘
Overtake
him
;
bring
him
back
instantly
!
Mr
.
Weller
—
here
—
come
back
!
’
Sam
saw
that
his
master
’
s
injunctions
were
not
to
be
disobeyed
;
and
,
catching
his
father
by
the
arm
as
he
was
descending
the
stairs
,
dragged
him
back
by
main
force
.
‘
My
good
friend
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
taking
the
old
man
by
the
hand
,
‘
your
honest
confidence
overpowers
me
.
’
