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‘
Well
,
well
,
Mr
.
Weller
,
I
will
keep
your
money
.
I
can
do
more
good
with
it
,
perhaps
,
than
you
can
.
’
‘
Just
the
wery
thing
,
to
be
sure
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
brightening
up
;
‘
o
’
course
you
can
,
sir
.
’
‘
Say
no
more
about
it
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
locking
the
pocket
-
book
in
his
desk
;
‘
I
am
heartily
obliged
to
you
,
my
good
friend
.
Now
sit
down
again
.
I
want
to
ask
your
advice
.
’
The
internal
laughter
occasioned
by
the
triumphant
success
of
his
visit
,
which
had
convulsed
not
only
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
face
,
but
his
arms
,
legs
,
and
body
also
,
during
the
locking
up
of
the
pocket
-
book
,
suddenly
gave
place
to
the
most
dignified
gravity
as
he
heard
these
words
.
‘
Wait
outside
a
few
minutes
,
Sam
,
will
you
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Sam
immediately
withdrew
.
Mr
.
Weller
looked
uncommonly
wise
and
very
much
amazed
,
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
opened
the
discourse
by
saying
—
‘
You
are
not
an
advocate
for
matrimony
,
I
think
,
Mr
.
Weller
?
’
Mr
.
Weller
shook
his
head
.
He
was
wholly
unable
to
speak
;
vague
thoughts
of
some
wicked
widow
having
been
successful
in
her
designs
on
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
choked
his
utterance
.
