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‘
I
don
’
t
see
no
occasion
for
nothin
’
o
’
the
kind
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
obstinately
.
‘
I
assure
you
,
my
good
friend
,
I
have
more
money
than
I
can
ever
need
;
far
more
than
a
man
at
my
age
can
ever
live
to
spend
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
man
knows
how
much
he
can
spend
,
till
he
tries
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Perhaps
not
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
but
as
I
have
no
intention
of
trying
any
such
experiments
,
I
am
not
likely
to
come
to
want
.
I
must
beg
you
to
take
this
back
,
Mr
.
Weller
.
’
‘
Wery
well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
a
discontented
look
.
‘
Mark
my
vords
,
Sammy
,
I
’
ll
do
somethin
’
desperate
vith
this
here
property
;
somethin
’
desperate
!
’
‘
You
’
d
better
not
,
’
replied
Sam
.
Mr
.
Weller
reflected
for
a
short
time
,
and
then
,
buttoning
up
his
coat
with
great
determination
,
said
—
‘
I
’
ll
keep
a
pike
.
’
‘
Wot
!
’
exclaimed
Sam
.
‘
A
pike
!
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Weller
,
through
his
set
teeth
;
‘
I
’
ll
keep
a
pike
.
Say
good
-
bye
to
your
father
,
Samivel
.
I
dewote
the
remainder
of
my
days
to
a
pike
.
’
This
threat
was
such
an
awful
one
,
and
Mr
.
Weller
,
besides
appearing
fully
resolved
to
carry
it
into
execution
,
seemed
so
deeply
mortified
by
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
refusal
,
that
that
gentleman
,
after
a
short
reflection
,
said
—
