Now I'll tell you wot it is, Sir,' said Mr Weller, in a grave and solemn

voice. 'This here sort o' thing won't do at all, so don't let's hear no

more about it.' 'I am serious, and resolved, Sam,' said Mr Pickwick.

'You air, air you, sir?' inquired Mr Weller firmly. 'Wery good, Sir; then

so am I.'

Thus speaking, Mr Weller fixed his hat on his head with great

precision, and abruptly left the room.

Sam!' cried Mr Pickwick, calling after him, 'Sam! Here!'

But the long gallery ceased to re-echo the sound of footsteps. Sam

Weller was gone.

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