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Nobody mus'n' never live with Elsie but Ol' Sophy; 'n' Ol' Sophy won't never die 's long 's Elsie's alive to be took care of. But I 's feared, Doctor, I 's greatly feared Elsie wan' to marry somebody. The' 's a young gen'l'm'n up at that school where she go, so some of 'em tells me, 'n' she loves t' see him 'n' talk wi' him, 'n' she talks about him when she's asleep sometimes.
'I leave all that 'ere to you. It's a great deal more in your way than mine, as the gen'l'm'n on the right side o' the garden vall said to the man on the wrong un, ven the mad bull vos a-comin' up the lane. 'Well, well, Mr. Weller, said the gentleman in blue, 'I think she has remarked my air and manner, Mr. Weller. 'I should think she couldn't wery well be off o' that, said Sam.
'It must be somethin' wery uncommon indeed, as could perduce a letter out o' any friend o' mine, replied Sam, shaking his head dubiously; 'nothin' less than a nat'ral conwulsion, as the young gen'l'm'n observed ven he wos took with fits. It can't be from the gov'ner, said Sam, looking at the direction. 'He always prints, I know, 'cos he learnt writin' from the large bills in the booking-offices.
Pickwick's fingers are so cold that he has been full five minutes before he could find the sixpence to pay for it. The coachman shouts an admonitory 'Now then, gen'l'm'n, the guard re-echoes it; the old gentleman inside thinks it a very extraordinary thing that people WILL get down when they know there isn't time for it; Mr. Pickwick struggles up on one side, Mr. Tupman on the other; Mr.
Here's the reverend gen'l'm'n a-comin' in now. At this announcement, Mrs. Weller hastily wiped off the tears which she had just begun to force on; and Mr. W. drew his chair sullenly into the chimney-corner. Mr.
Pickwick, tapping Sam on the head as he knelt down to button up his master's gaiters 'this foolish fellow has got himself arrested, in order to be near me. 'What! exclaimed the three friends. 'Yes, gen'l'm'n, said Sam, 'I'm a stand steady, sir, if you please I'm a prisoner, gen'l'm'n. Con-fined, as the lady said. 'A prisoner! exclaimed Mr. Winkle, with unaccountable vehemence.
'Stead of beggin' my pardon as any gen'l'm'n would ha' done, he got more abusive than ever: called me a wessel, Sammy a wessel of wrath and all sorts o' names. So my blood being reg'larly up, I first gave him two or three for himself, and then two or three more to hand over to the man with the red nose, and walked off.
'Beer in this one, replied the boy, taking from his shoulder a couple of large stone bottles, fastened together by a leathern strap 'cold punch in t'other. 'And a wery good notion of a lunch it is, take it altogether, said Mr. Weller, surveying his arrangement of the repast with great satisfaction. 'Now, gen'l'm'n, "fall on," as the English said to the French when they fixed bagginets.
Bob Peet seized him by the arm, and led him away up the beach. "Cap'n," he said, looking round to make sure that they were out of hearing of the others, "I can't touch a lady not seamanly! But 'f you say the word knock gen'l'm'n feller middle o' next week. Say the word, Cap'n! Good's a meal o' vittles t' me h'ist him over cliff!"
If you walley my precious life don't upset me, as the gen'l'm'n said to the driver when they was a-carryin' him to Tyburn. And quickening his pace to a sharp run, Mr. Weller wheeled his master nimbly to the green hill, shot him dexterously out by the very side of the basket, and proceeded to unpack it with the utmost despatch. 'Weal pie, said Mr.
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