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his face from the vessel j which, in a few moments'thereafter he held out at arm's length, bottom upwards. Nothing fell upon the ground but a few particles of froth, which slowly detached themselves from the rim and trickled lazily down.

"Veil done," said Sara. " How do you find yourself arter it ?"

" Better, Sir. I think I am better," responded Job.

" O' course you air," said Sam, argumentatively. " It's like puttin' gas in a balloon ; I can see vith the naked eye that you gets stouter under the operation. Wot do you say to another o' the same di-mensioRS."

" I would rather not, I am much obliged to you. Sir," replied Job — ^ "much rather not."'

" Veil, then, wot do you say to some wittles?" inquired Sam.

" Thanks to your worthy governor, Sir," said Mr. Trotter, " we have half a leg of mutton, baked, at a quarter before three, with the potatoes under it, to save boiling."

" Wot ! Has he been a purwidin' for you ?" asked Sam, emphati- cally.

'' He has, Sir," replied Job. " More than that, Mr. Weller ; my master being very ill, he got us a room — we were in a kennel before — and paid for it. Sir ; and come to look at us at night when nobody should knov/. jMr. Weller," said Job, with real tears in his eyes for once, '^ I could serve that gentleman till I fell down dead at his feet."

'^I say," said Sam, " I'll trouble you, my friend — none o' that."

Job Trotter looked amazed.

" None o' that, I say, young feller," repeated Sam, firmly. "No vun serves him but me. And now ve're upon it, I'll let you into another secret besides that," said Sam, as he paid for the beer. " I never heerd, mind you, nor read of in story-books, nor see in picters, any angel in tights and gaiters — not even in spectacles, as I remember, though that may ha' been done for anythin' I know to the contrairey ; but mark my vords. Job Trotter, he's a reg'lar thorough-bred angel for all that ; and let me see the man as wenturs to tell me he knows a better vun." With this defiance, Mr. Weller buttoned up his change in a side pocket ; and, with many confirmatory nods and gestures by the way, proceeded in search of the subject of discourse.

They found Mr. Pickwick in company with Jingle, talking very earnestly, and not bestowing a look on the groups who were congregated on the racket-ground ; they were very motley groups too, and well worth the looking at, if it were only in idle curiosity.

" Well,'' said Mr. Pickwick, as Sam and his companion drew nigh, " you will see how your health becomes, and think about it meanwhile. Make the statement out for me when you feel yourself equal to the task, and I will discuss tlie subject with you when I have considered it. Now go to your room. You are tired, and not strong enough to be out long." ;

JMr. Alfred Jingle, without one spark of his old animation — with i nothing even of the dismal gaiety which he had assumed when Mr. Pickwick first stumbled on him in his misery, bowed low without

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