«’Except of me Mary my dear as your walentine and think over what I’ve said.–My dear Mary I will now conclude.’ That’s all,» said Sam.
«That’s rather a sudden pull up, ain’t it, Sammy?» inquired Mr Weller.
«Not a bit on it,» said Sam; «she’ll wish there wos more, and that’s the great art o’ letter-writin’ »