Oh!--Morning, morning, morning!' 'Appears to be rather a cracked old cock,' thought Silas, qualifying his former good opinion, as the other ambled off.

But, in a moment he was back again with the question: 'How did you get your wooden leg ?' Mr Wegg replied, (tartly to this personal inquiry), 'In an accident.' 'Do you like it ?' 'Well! I haven't got to keep it warm,' Mr Wegg made answer, in a sort of desperation occasioned by the singularity of the question.
'He hasn't,' repeated the other to his knotted stick, as he gave it a hug; 'he hasn't got--ha!--ha!--to keep it warm! Did you ever hear of the name of Boffin ?' 'No,' said Mr Wegg, who was growing restive under this examination.

'I never did hear of the name of Boffin.' 'Do you like it ?' 'Why, no,' retorted Mr Wegg, again approaching desperation; 'I can't say I do.' 'Why don't you like it ?' 'I don't know why I don't,' retorted Mr Wegg, approaching frenzy, 'but I don't at all.' 'Now, I'll tell you something that'll make you sorry for that,' said the stranger, smiling.

'My name's Boffin.' 'I can't help it!' returned Mr Wegg.

Implying in his manner the offensive addition, 'and if I could, I wouldn't.' 'But there's another chance for you,' said Mr Boffin, smiling still, 'Do you like the name of Nicodemus?
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