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Showing how Mr. Samuel Weller got into Difficulties

           

           Sam,havingbeenformallydeliveredintothewarder’scustody,totheintenseastonishmentofRoker,andtotheevidentemotionofeventhephlegmaticNeddy,passedatonceintotheprison,walkedstraighttohismaster’sroom,andknockedatthedoor.

           ‘Comein,’saidMr.Pickwick.

           Samappeared,pulledoffhishat,andsmiled.

           ‘Ah,Sam,mygoodlad!’saidMr.Pickwick,evidentlydelightedtoseehishumblefriendagain;‘Ihadnointentionofhurtingyourfeelingsyesterday,myfaithfulfellow,bywhatIsaid.Putdownyourhat,Sam,andletmeexplainmymeaning,alittlemoreatlength.’

           ‘Won’tpresentlydo,sir?’inquiredSam.

           ‘Certainly,’saidMr.Pickwick;‘butwhynotnow?’

           ‘I’draythernotnow,sir,’rejoinedSam.

           ‘Why?’inquiredMr.Pickwick.

           ‘‘CausesaidSam,hesitating.

           ‘Becauseofwhat?’inquiredMr.Pickwick,alarmedathisfollower’smanner.‘Speakout,Sam.’

           ‘‘Cause,’rejoinedSam’‘causeI’vegotalittlebisnessasIwanttodo.’

           ‘Whatbusiness?’inquiredMr.Pickwick,surprisedatSam’sconfusedmanner.

           ‘Nothin’partickler,Sir,’repliedSam.

           ‘Oh,ifit’snothingparticular,’saidMr.Pickwick,withasmile,‘youcanspeakwithmefirst

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