The Pickwick Papers


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If I don't get no better light than that 'ere moonshine o' yourn, my  
worthy creetur,' said the elder Mr Weller, 'it's wery likely as I shall  
continey to be a night coach till I'm took off the road altogether. Now,  
Mrs. We, if the piebald stands at livery much longer, he'll stand at  
nothin' as we go back, and p'raps that 'ere harm-cheer 'ull be tipped  
over into some hedge or another, with the shepherd in it.'  
At this supposition, the Reverend Mr Stiggins, in evident  
consternation, gathered up his hat and umbrella, and proposed an  
immediate departure, to which Mrs. Weller assented. Sam walked with  
them to the lodge gate, and took a dutiful leave.  
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A-do, Samivel,' said the old gentleman.  
Wot's a-do?' inquired Sammy.  
Well, good-bye, then,' said the old gentleman.  
Oh, that's wot you're aimin' at, is it?' said Sam. 'Good-bye!'  
Sammy,' whispered Mr Weller, looking cautiously round; 'my duty to  
your gov'nor, and tell him if he thinks better o' this here bis'ness, to  
com-moonicate vith me. Me and a cab'net- maker has dewised a plan  
for gettin' him out. A pianner, Samivel - a pianner!' said Mr Weller,  
striking his son on the chest with the back of his hand, and falling  
back a step or two.  
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Wot do you mean?' said Sam.  
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A pianner-forty, Samivel,' rejoined Mr Weller, in a still more  
mysterious manner, 'as he can have on hire; vun as von't play,  
Sammy.'  
'And wot 'ud be the good o' that?' said Sam.  
'Let him send to my friend, the cabinet-maker, to fetch it back,  
Sammy,' replied Mr Weller. 'Are you avake, now?'  
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No,' rejoined Sam.  
There ain't no vurks in it,' whispered his father. 'It 'ull hold him easy,  
vith his hat and shoes on, and breathe through the legs, vich his  
holler. Have a passage ready taken for 'Merriker. The 'Merrikin  
gov'ment will never give him up, ven vunce they find as he's got money  
to spend, Sammy. Let the gov'nor stop there, till Mrs. Bardell's dead,  
or Mr Dodson and Fogg's hung (wich last ewent I think is the most  
likely to happen first, Sammy), and then let him come back and write  


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