. Home school of American literature: . a very theat-rical air: Lovely Stop, said Mr. Weller, ringing the double glass o the inwariable, my dear. Very well, sir, replied the girl; who withgreat quickness appeared, vanished, returned, anddisappeared. They seem to know your ways here, observedSam. Yes, replied his father, Ive been herebefore, in my time. Go on, Sammy. Lovely creetur, repeated Sam. Tant in poetry, is it? interposed his father. No, no, replied Sam. Wery glad to hear it, said Mr. Weller. Poetrys unnatral; no man ever talked poetryceptabeadle onboxin day, or Warrensblackin,or
. Home school of American literature: . a very theat-rical air: Lovely Stop, said Mr. Weller, ringing the double glass o the inwariable, my dear. Very well, sir, replied the girl; who withgreat quickness appeared, vanished, returned, anddisappeared. They seem to know your ways here, observedSam. Yes, replied his father, Ive been herebefore, in my time. Go on, Sammy. Lovely creetur, repeated Sam. Tant in poetry, is it? interposed his father. No, no, replied Sam. Wery glad to hear it, said Mr. Weller. Poetrys unnatral; no man ever talked poetryceptabeadle onboxin day, or Warrensblackin,or Rowlands oil, or some o them low fellows;never let yourself down to talk poetry, my agin, Sammy. Mr. Weller resumed his pipe with critical so-lemnity, and Sam once more commenced, andread as follows: Lovely creetur i feel myself adamned That ant proper, said Mr. Weller, takinghis pipe from his mouth. No; it ant damned, observed Sam, hold-ing the letter up to the light, its shamed,theres a blot there— I feel myself Sam Weller. We eats our biled mutton without capers, and dont care for horse-radish wen ve can get beef. Wery good, said Mr. Weller. Go on. Feel myself ashamed, and completely cir I forget what this here word is, said Sam, scratch-ing his head with the pen, in vain attempts toremember. CHARLES DICKENS. ^i7 Why do nt you look at it, then? inquiredxMr. Weller. So I am alookin at it, replied Sam, buttheres another blot. Heres a c and a / and a ^. Circumwented, praps, suggested No, it ant that, said Sam; circum-scribed ; thats it. That ani as good a word as circumwented,Sammy, said Mr. Weller, gravely. Think not? said Sam. Nothin like it, replied his father. But dont you think it means more? in-quired Sam. Veil, praps it is a more tenderer word, saidMr. Weller, after a few moments reflection. Go on, Sammy. Feel myself ashamed and completely circum-scribed in a dressin of you, for you are a nicegal and nothin but it. Thats a wery pretty se
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