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'Tar, tar, Sammy,' replied his father.
'I've only got to say this here,' said Sam, stopping short, 'that if I was
the properiator o' the Markis o' Granby, and that 'ere Stiggins came
and made toast in my bar, I'd - '
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What?' interposed Mr Weller, with great anxiety. 'What?'
Pison his rum-and-water,' said Sam.
No!' said Mr Weller, shaking his son eagerly by the hand, 'would you
raly, Sammy-would you, though?'
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I would,' said Sam. 'I wouldn't be too hard upon him at first. I'd drop
him in the water-butt, and put the lid on; and if I found he was
insensible to kindness, I'd try the other persvasion.'
The elder Mr Weller bestowed a look of deep, unspeakable admiration
on his son, and, having once more grasped his hand, walked slowly
away, revolving in his mind the numerous reflections to which his
advice had given rise.
Sam looked after him, until he turned a corner of the road; and then
set forward on his walk to London. He meditated at first, on the
probable consequences of his own advice, and the likelihood of his
father's adopting it. He dismissed the subject from his mind, however,
with the consolatory reflection that time alone would show; and this is
the reflection we would impress upon the reader.
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