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There
was
then
a
long
silence
;
during
which
,
Mrs
Sparkler
,
lying
back
on
her
sofa
again
,
shut
her
eyes
and
raised
her
eyebrows
in
her
former
retirement
from
mundane
affairs
.
‘
But
,
however
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
,
‘
I
am
equally
detaining
you
and
myself
.
I
thought
I
’
d
give
you
a
call
,
you
know
.
’
‘
Charmed
,
I
am
sure
,
’
said
Fanny
.
‘
So
I
am
off
,
’
added
Mr
Merdle
,
getting
up
.
‘
Could
you
lend
me
a
penknife
?
’
It
was
an
odd
thing
,
Fanny
smilingly
observed
,
for
her
who
could
seldom
prevail
upon
herself
even
to
write
a
letter
,
to
lend
to
a
man
of
such
vast
business
as
Mr
Merdle
.
‘
Isn
’
t
it
?
’
Mr
Merdle
acquiesced
;
‘
but
I
want
one
;
and
I
know
you
have
got
several
little
wedding
keepsakes
about
,
with
scissors
and
tweezers
and
such
things
in
them
.
You
shall
have
it
back
to
-
morrow
’
‘
Edmund
,
’
said
Mrs
Sparkler
,
‘
open
(
now
,
very
carefully
,
I
beg
and
beseech
,
for
you
are
so
very
awkward
)
the
mother
of
pearl
box
on
my
little
table
there
,
and
give
Mr
Merdle
the
mother
of
pearl
penknife
.
’
‘
Thank
you
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
;
‘
but
if
you
have
got
one
with
a
darker
handle
,
I
think
I
should
prefer
one
with
a
darker
handle
.
’
‘
Tortoise
-
shell
?
’
‘
Thank
you
,
’
said
Mr
Merdle
;
‘
yes
.
I
think
I
should
prefer
tortoise
-
shell
.
’
