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‘
So
far
from
thinking
there
is
anything
wrong
in
conduct
so
natural
,
’
resumed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
it
is
my
wish
to
assist
and
promote
your
wishes
in
this
respect
.
With
this
view
,
I
have
had
a
little
conversation
with
your
father
;
and
finding
that
he
is
of
my
opinion
—
’
‘
The
lady
not
bein
’
a
widder
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Weller
in
explanation
.
‘
The
lady
not
being
a
widow
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
smiling
.
‘
I
wish
to
free
you
from
the
restraint
which
your
present
position
imposes
upon
you
,
and
to
mark
my
sense
of
your
fidelity
and
many
excellent
qualities
,
by
enabling
you
to
marry
this
girl
at
once
,
and
to
earn
an
independent
livelihood
for
yourself
and
family
.
I
shall
be
proud
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
whose
voice
had
faltered
a
little
hitherto
,
but
now
resumed
its
customary
tone
,
‘
proud
and
happy
to
make
your
future
prospects
in
life
my
grateful
and
peculiar
care
.
’
There
was
a
profound
silence
for
a
short
time
,
and
then
Sam
said
,
in
a
low
,
husky
sort
of
voice
,
but
firmly
withal
—
‘
I
’
m
very
much
obliged
to
you
for
your
goodness
,
Sir
,
as
is
only
like
yourself
;
but
it
can
’
t
be
done
.
’
‘
Can
’
t
be
done
!
’
ejaculated
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
astonishment
.
‘
Samivel
!
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
with
dignity
.
‘
I
say
it
can
’
t
be
done
,
’
repeated
Sam
in
a
louder
key
.
‘
Wot
’
s
to
become
of
you
,
Sir
?
’
‘
My
good
fellow
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
the
recent
changes
among
my
friends
will
alter
my
mode
of
life
in
future
,
entirely
;
besides
,
I
am
growing
older
,
and
want
repose
and
quiet
.
My
rambles
,
Sam
,
are
over
.
’
