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The Pickwick Papers 256

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Martin Eden

The Pickwick Papers

The Sea Wolf

pert face, had attracted Mr. Wellers special attention at first, but when he began to come out in this way, Sam felt more than ever disposed to cultivate his acquaintance; so he launched himself into the conversation at once, with characteristic independence. Your health, Sir, said Sam. I like your conversation much. I think its wery pretty. At this the man in blue smiled, as if it were a compliment he was well used to; but looked approvingly on Sam at the same time, and said he hoped he should be better acquainted with him, for without any flattery at all he seemed to have the makings of a very nice fellow about him, and to be just the man after his own heart. Youre wery good, sir, said Sam. What a lucky feller you are! How do you mean? inquired the gentleman in blue. That ere young lady, replied Sam.She knows wots wot, she does. Ah! I see. Mr. Weller closed one eye, and shook his head from side to side, in a manner which was highly gratifying to the personal vanity of the gentleman in blue. Im afraid your a cunning fellow, Mr. Weller, said that individual. No, no, said Sam. I leave all that ere to you. Its a great deal more in your way than mine, as the genlmn on the right side o the garden vall said to the man on the wrong un, ven the mad bull vos a-comin up the lane. Well, well, Mr. Weller, said the gentleman in blue, I think she has remarked my air and manner, Mr. Weller. I should think she couldnt wery well be off o that, said Sam. Have you any little thing of that kind in hand, sir? inquired the favoured gentleman in blue, drawing a toothpick from his waistcoat pocket. Not exactly, said Sam. Theres no daughters at my place, else o course I should ha made up to vun on em. As it is, I dont think I can do with anythin under a female markis. I might keep up with a young ooman o large property as hadnt a title, if she made wery fierce love to me. Not else. Of course not, Mr. Weller, said the gentleman in blue, one cant be troubled, you know; and WE know, Mr. Weller--we, who are men of the world--that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later. In fact, thats the only thing, between you and me, that makes the service worth entering into. Just so, said Sam. Thats it, o course. When this confidential dialogue had gone thus far, glasses were placed round, and every gentleman ordered what he liked best, before the public-house shut up. The gentleman in blue, and the man in orange, who were the chief exquisites of the party, ordered cold shrub and water, but with the others, gin-and- water, sweet, appeared to be the favourite beverage. Sam called the greengrocer a desprate willin, and ordered a large bowl of punch--two circumstances which seemed to raise him very much in the opinion of the selections. Gentlemen, said the man in blue, with an air of the most consummate dandyism, Ill give you the ladies; come. Hear, hear! said Sam. The young mississes. Here there was a loud cry of Order, and Mr. John Smauker, as the gentleman who had introduced Mr. Weller into that company, begged to inform him that the word he had just made use of, was unparliamentary. Which word was that ere, Sir? inquired Sam. Mississes, Sir, replied Mr. John Smauker, with an alarming frown. We dont recognise such distinctions here. Oh, wery good, said Sam; then Ill amend the obserwation and call em the dear creeturs, if Blazes vill allow me. Some doubt appeared to exist in the mind of the gentleman in the green-foil smalls, whether the chairman could be legally appealed to, as Blazes, but as the company seemed more disposed to stand upon their own rights than his, the question was not raised. The man with the cocked hat breathed short, and looked long at Sam, but apparently thought it as well to say nothing, in case he should get the worst of it. After a short silence, a gentleman in an embroidered coat reaching down to his heels, and a waistcoat of the same which kept one half of his legs warm, stirred his gin-and-water with great energy, and putting himself upon his feet, all at once by a violent effort, said he

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