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What have you got to say to me?'
I, Mr Walker!'
Don't call me Valker; my name's Veller; you know that vell enough.
What have you got to say to me?'
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Bless you, Mr Walker - Weller, I mean - a great many things, if you
will come away somewhere, where we can talk comfortably. If you
knew how I have looked for you, Mr Weller - '
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Wery hard, indeed, I s'pose?' said Sam drily.
Very, very, Sir,' replied Mr Trotter, without moving a muscle of his
face. 'But shake hands, Mr Weller.'
Sam eyed his companion for a few seconds, and then, as if actuated
by a sudden impulse, complied with his request. 'How,' said Job
Trotter, as they walked away, 'how is your dear, good master? Oh, he
is a worthy gentleman, Mr Weller! I hope he didn't catch cold, that
dreadful night, Sir.'
There was a momentary look of deep slyness in Job Trotter's eye, as
he said this, which ran a thrill through Mr Weller's clenched fist, as he
burned with a desire to make a demonstration on his ribs. Sam
constrained himself, however, and replied that his master was
extremely well.
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Oh, I am so glad,' replied Mr Trotter; 'is he here?'
Is yourn?' asked Sam, by way of reply.
Oh, yes, he is here, and I grieve to say, Mr Weller, he is going on
worse than ever.'
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Ah, ah!' said Sam.
Oh, shocking - terrible!'
At a boarding-school?' said Sam.
No, not at a boarding-school,' replied Job Trotter, with the same sly
look which Sam had noticed before; 'not at a boarding-school.'
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At the house with the green gate?' said Sam, eyeing his companion
closely.
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