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Ven you're a married man, Samivel, you'll understand a good many things as you don't understand now; but vether it's worth while goin' through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter o' taste. I rayther think it isn't. 'Well, said Sam, 'good-bye. 'Tar, tar, Sammy, replied his father.
'How do I know that 'ere, sir? argued Sam. 'You think so now! S'pose you wos to change your mind, vich is not unlikely, for you've the spirit o' five-and-twenty in you still, what 'ud become on you vithout me? It can't be done, Sir, it can't be done. 'Wery good, Samivel, there's a good deal in that, said Mr. Weller encouragingly.
'They've come to have a little serious talk with you, Samivel, said Mr. Weller, wiping his eyes. 'Don't let out nothin' about the unnat'ral creditor, Sammy. 'Wot, don't they know who it is? inquired Sam. 'Not a bit on it, replied his father. 'Vere are they? said Sam, reciprocating all the old gentleman's grins. 'In the snuggery, rejoined Mr. Weller.
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.
'I've been a-callin' to you half a dozen times, said Sam, hanging his hat on a peg, 'but you didn't hear me. 'No, Sammy, replied Mr. Weller, again looking thoughtfully at the fire. 'I was in a referee, Sammy. 'Wot about? inquired Sam, drawing his chair up to the fire. 'In a referee, Sammy, replied the elder Mr. Weller, 'regarding HER, Samivel. Here Mr.
Then, and not till then," he says, "I vill approach the altar." All the young ladies he know'd as had got dark hair told him this wos wery sinful, and that he wos wurshippin' a idle; but them as wos at all near the same shade as the dummy coloured up wery much, and wos observed to think him a wery nice young man. 'Samivel, said Mr.
'I do mean that, Sammy, replied his father, 'and I vish you could ha' seen how tight he held on by the sides wen he did get up, as if he wos afeerd o' being precipitayted down full six foot, and dashed into a million hatoms. He tumbled in at last, however, and avay ve vent; and I rayther think I say I rayther think, Samivel that he found his-self a little jolted ven ve turned the corners.
'The fact is, Sir, said Sam, with a slight bow, 'the gov'nor's been a-drawin' his money. 'Wery good, Samivel, wery good, said Mr. Weller, nodding his head with a satisfied air, 'I didn't mean to speak harsh to you, Sammy. Wery good. That's the vay to begin. Come to the pint at once. Wery good indeed, Samivel. Mr.
'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. 'Vait a minit, Sir, said Mr. Weller, raising his hand in a deprecatory manner. 'Get on, Samivel.
Weller, looking cautiously round; 'my duty to your gov'nor, and tell him if he thinks better o' this here bis'ness, to com-moonicate vith me. Me and a cab'net-maker has dewised a plan for gettin' him out. A pianner, Samivel a pianner! said Mr. Weller, striking his son on the chest with the back of his hand, and falling back a step or two. 'Wot do you mean? said Sam.
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