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Samuel Weller makes a Pilgrimage to Dorking, and beholds his Mother-in-law

           Themomenthesawhimeat,alldoubtonthesubjectwasremoved,andheperceivedatoncethatifhepurposedtotakeuphistemporaryquarterswherehewas,hemustmakehisfootinggoodwithoutdelay.Hethereforecommencedproceedingsbyputtinghisarmoverthehalf-doorofthebar,coollyunboltingit,andleisurelywalkingin.

           ‘Mother-in-law,’saidSam,‘howareyou?’

           ‘Why,IdobelieveheisaWeller!’saidMrs.W.,raisinghereyestoSam’sface,withnoverygratifiedexpressionofcountenance.

           ‘Iraytherthinkheis,’saidtheimperturbableSam;‘andIhopethisherereverendgen’l’m’n‘llexcusemesayingthatIwishIwasTHEWellerasownsyou,mother-in-law.’

           Thiswasadouble-barrelledcompliment.ItimpliedthatMrs.Wellerwasamostagreeablefemale,andalsothatMr.Stigginshadaclericalappearance.Itmadeavisibleimpressionatonce;andSamfolloweduphisadvantagebykissinghismother-in-law.

           ‘Getalongwithyou!’saidMrs.Weller,pushinghimaway.‘Forshame,youngman!’saidthegentlemanwiththerednose.

           ‘Nooffence,sir,nooffence,’repliedSam;‘you’reweryright,though;itain’ttherightsorto’thing,venmothers-in-lawisyoungandgood-looking,isit,Sir?’

           ‘It’sallvanity,’saidMr.Stiggins.

           ‘Ah,soitis,’saidMrs.Weller,settinghercaptorights.

           Samthoughtitwas,too,butheheldhispeace.

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