[The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens]@TWC D-Link bookThe Pickwick Papers CHAPTER XXXVIII 24/26
'Get out, sir, this instant.
What do you mean, Sir ?' 'What do I mean,' retorted Sam; 'come, Sir, this is rayther too rich, as the young lady said when she remonstrated with the pastry-cook, arter he'd sold her a pork pie as had got nothin' but fat inside.
What do I mean! Well, that ain't a bad 'un, that ain't.' 'Unlock that door, and leave this room immediately, Sir,' said Mr. Winkle. 'I shall leave this here room, sir, just precisely at the wery same moment as you leaves it,' responded Sam, speaking in a forcible manner, and seating himself with perfect gravity.
'If I find it necessary to carry you away, pick-a-back, o' course I shall leave it the least bit o' time possible afore you; but allow me to express a hope as you won't reduce me to extremities; in saying wich, I merely quote wot the nobleman said to the fractious pennywinkle, ven he vouldn't come out of his shell by means of a pin, and he conseqvently began to be afeered that he should be obliged to crack him in the parlour door.' At the end of this address, which was unusually lengthy for him, Mr.Weller planted his hands on his knees, and looked full in Mr.Winkle's face, with an expression of countenance which showed that he had not the remotest intention of being trifled with. 'You're a amiably-disposed young man, Sir, I don't think,' resumed Mr.Weller, in a tone of moral reproof, 'to go inwolving our precious governor in all sorts o' fanteegs, wen he's made up his mind to go through everythink for principle.
You're far worse nor Dodson, Sir; and as for Fogg, I consider him a born angel to you!' Mr.Weller having accompanied this last sentiment with an emphatic slap on each knee, folded his arms with a look of great disgust, and threw himself back in his chair, as if awaiting the criminal's defence. 'My good fellow,' said Mr.Winkle, extending his hand--his teeth chattering all the time he spoke, for he had been standing, during the whole of Mr.Weller's lecture, in his night-gear--'my good fellow, I respect your attachment to my excellent friend, and I am very sorry indeed to have added to his causes for disquiet.
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