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'
Wy, I'll tell you what, Sammy,' said Mr Weller, senior, with much  
solemnity in his manner; 'there never was a nicer woman as a widder,  
than that 'ere second wentur o' mine - a sweet creetur she was,  
Sammy; all I can say on her now, is, that as she was such an  
uncommon pleasant widder, it's a great pity she ever changed her  
condition. She don't act as a vife, Sammy.' 'Don't she, though?'  
inquired Mr Weller, junior.  
The elder Mr Weller shook his head, as he replied with a sigh, 'I've  
done it once too often, Sammy; I've done it once too often. Take  
example by your father, my boy, and be wery careful o' widders all  
your life, 'specially if they've kept a public-house, Sammy.' Having  
delivered this parental advice with great pathos, Mr Weller, senior,  
refilled his pipe from a tin box he carried in his pocket; and, lighting  
his fresh pipe from the ashes of the old One, commenced smoking at a  
great rate.  
'Beg your pardon, sir,' he said, renewing the subject, and addressing  
Mr Pickwick, after a considerable pause, 'nothin' personal, I hope, sir;  
I hope you ha'n't got a widder, sir.'  
'Not I,' replied Mr Pickwick, laughing; and while Mr Pickwick laughed,  
Sam Weller informed his parent in a whisper, of the relation in which  
he stood towards that gentleman.  
'
Beg your pardon, sir,' said Mr Weller, senior, taking off his hat, 'I  
hope you've no fault to find with Sammy, Sir?'  
'
'
None whatever,' said Mr Pickwick.  
Wery glad to hear it, sir,' replied the old man; 'I took a good deal o'  
pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was  
wery young, and shift for hisself. It's the only way to make a boy  
sharp, sir.'  
'
Rather a dangerous process, I should imagine,' said Mr Pickwick, with  
a smile.  
'
And not a wery sure one, neither,' added Mr Weller; 'I got reg'larly  
done the other day.'  
'No!' said his father.  
'I did,' said the son; and he proceeded to relate, in as few words as  
possible, how he had fallen a ready dupe to the stratagems of Job  
Trotter.  


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