I'll give it you this afternoon, Sam.' 'You're wery good, sir,' replied Mr.Weller.
'Just hold me at first, Sam; will you ?' said Mr.Winkle.

'There--that's right.

I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam.

Not too fast, Sam; not too fast.' Mr.Winkle, stooping forward, with his body half doubled up, was being assisted over the ice by Mr.Weller, in a very singular and un-swan-like manner, when Mr.Pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank-- 'Sam!' 'Sir ?' 'Here.

I want you.' 'Let go, Sir,' said Sam.