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"No 'ee ain't, Little Jim, ee's only a gen'l'm'n in disguise," replied the Bloater, sidling up to Mr Sparks, and urgently repeating, "show you the way for a copper, sir, only a copper."
'Has vispered to me, resumed his father, 'that it vould be better to dewote the liquor to vishin' you success and prosperity, and thankin' you for the manner in which you've brought this here business through. Here's your health, sir. 'Hold hard there, interposed the mottled-faced gentleman, with sudden energy; 'your eyes on me, gen'l'm'n!
'Don't you see you've hit the gen'l'm'n? 'I didn't go to do it, Sammy, said Mr. Weller, in some degree abashed by the very unexpected occurrence of the incident. 'Try an in'ard application, sir, said Sam, as the red-nosed gentleman rubbed his head with a rueful visage. 'Wot do you think o' that, for a go o' wanity, warm, Sir? Mr. Stiggins made no verbal answer, but his manner was expressive.
"I'll tell you what, Corrie, I'll throttle you if you don't speak," said Henry. "Ah! you couldn't," pleaded Corrie, in a tone of deep pathos. "P'raps," observed John Bumpus, "p'raps if you hand over the young gen'l'm'n to the 'grampus, he'll make him speak."
At last, one day the old gen'l'm'n was a-rollin' along, and he sees a pickpocket as he know'd by sight, a-coming up, arm in arm with a little boy with a wery large head. "Here's a game," says the old gen'l'm'n to himself, "they're a-goin' to have another try, but it won't do!"
'Now, gen'l'm'n, said the hostler, 'coach is ready, if you please. 'Is all my luggage in? inquired Mr. Magnus. 'All right, sir. 'Is the red bag in? 'All right, Sir. 'And the striped bag? 'Fore boot, Sir. 'And the brown-paper parcel? 'Under the seat, Sir. 'And the leather hat-box? 'They're all in, Sir. 'Now, will you get up? said Mr. Pickwick.
'I wos a carrier's boy at startin'; then a vaginer's, then a helper, then a boots. Now I'm a gen'l'm'n's servant. I shall be a gen'l'm'n myself one of these days, perhaps, with a pipe in my mouth, and a summer-house in the back-garden. Who knows? I shouldn't be surprised for one. 'You are quite a philosopher, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick. 'It runs in the family, I b'lieve, sir, replied Mr. Weller.
Pickwick's presenting himself at the bar, an elderly female emerged from behind the screen therein, and presented herself before him. 'Is Mr. Lowten here, ma'am? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'Yes, he is, Sir, replied the landlady. 'Here, Charley, show the gentleman in to Mr. Lowten. 'The gen'l'm'n can't go in just now, said a shambling pot-boy, with a red head, 'cos' Mr.
'And now, Sammy, said the old gentleman, when the whip-lashes, and the buckles, and the samples, had been all put back, and the book once more deposited at the bottom of the same pocket, 'now, Sammy, I know a gen'l'm'n here, as'll do the rest o' the bisness for us, in no time a limb o' the law, Sammy, as has got brains like the frogs, dispersed all over his body, and reachin' to the wery tips of his fingers; a friend of the Lord Chancellorship's, Sammy, who'd only have to tell him what he wanted, and he'd lock you up for life, if that wos all.
'All good feelin', sir the wery best intentions, as the gen'l'm'n said ven he run away from his wife 'cos she seemed unhappy with him, replied Mr. Weller. 'You may go, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Thank'ee, Sir, replied Mr. Weller; and having made his best bow, and put on his best clothes, Sam planted himself on the top of the Arundel coach, and journeyed on to Dorking.
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