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‘
Ah
!
You
can
’
t
change
the
relationship
,
’
returned
the
other
.
‘
If
you
could
,
you
’
d
have
done
it
long
ago
.
I
want
to
see
my
sister
,
that
you
keep
cooped
up
here
,
poisoning
her
mind
with
your
sly
secrets
and
pretending
an
affection
for
her
that
you
may
work
her
to
death
,
and
add
a
few
scraped
shillings
every
week
to
the
money
you
can
hardly
count
.
I
want
to
see
her
;
and
I
will
.
’
‘
Here
’
s
a
moralist
to
talk
of
poisoned
minds
!
Here
’
s
a
generous
spirit
to
scorn
scraped
-
up
shillings
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
turning
from
him
to
me
.
‘
A
profligate
,
sir
,
who
has
forfeited
every
claim
not
only
upon
those
who
have
the
misfortune
to
be
of
his
blood
,
but
upon
society
which
knows
nothing
of
him
but
his
misdeeds
.
A
liar
too
,
’
he
added
,
in
a
lower
voice
as
he
drew
closer
to
me
,
‘
who
knows
how
dear
she
is
to
me
,
and
seeks
to
wound
me
even
there
,
because
there
is
a
stranger
nearby
.
’
‘
Strangers
are
nothing
to
me
,
grandfather
,
’
said
the
young
fellow
catching
at
the
word
,
‘
nor
I
to
them
,
I
hope
.
The
best
they
can
do
,
is
to
keep
an
eye
to
their
business
and
leave
me
to
mine
.
There
’
s
a
friend
of
mine
waiting
outside
,
and
as
it
seems
that
I
may
have
to
wait
some
time
,
I
’
ll
call
him
in
,
with
your
leave
.
’
Saying
this
,
he
stepped
to
the
door
,
and
looking
down
the
street
beckoned
several
times
to
some
unseen
person
,
who
,
to
judge
from
the
air
of
impatience
with
which
these
signals
were
accompanied
,
required
a
great
quantity
of
persuasion
to
induce
him
to
advance
.
At
length
there
sauntered
up
,
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
—
with
a
bad
pretense
of
passing
by
accident
—
a
figure
conspicuous
for
its
dirty
smartness
,
which
after
a
great
many
frowns
and
jerks
of
the
head
,
in
resistance
of
the
invitation
,
ultimately
crossed
the
road
and
was
brought
into
the
shop
.
‘
There
.
It
’
s
Dick
Swiveller
,
’
said
the
young
fellow
,
pushing
him
in
.
‘
Sit
down
,
Swiveller
.
’
‘
But
is
the
old
min
agreeable
?
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
in
an
undertone
.
Mr
Swiveller
complied
,
and
looking
about
him
with
a
propitiatory
smile
,
observed
that
last
week
was
a
fine
week
for
the
ducks
,
and
this
week
was
a
fine
week
for
the
dust
;
he
also
observed
that
whilst
standing
by
the
post
at
the
street
-
corner
,
he
had
observed
a
pig
with
a
straw
in
his
mouth
issuing
out
of
the
tobacco
-
shop
,
from
which
appearance
he
augured
that
another
fine
week
for
the
ducks
was
approaching
,
and
that
rain
would
certainly
ensue
.
He
furthermore
took
occasion
to
apologize
for
any
negligence
that
might
be
perceptible
in
his
dress
,
on
the
ground
that
last
night
he
had
had
‘
the
sun
very
strong
in
his
eyes
’
;
by
which
expression
he
was
understood
to
convey
to
his
hearers
in
the
most
delicate
manner
possible
,
the
information
that
he
had
been
extremely
drunk
.
‘
But
what
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
with
a
sigh
,
‘
what
is
the
odds
so
long
as
the
fire
of
soul
is
kindled
at
the
taper
of
conwiviality
,
and
the
wing
of
friendship
never
moults
a
feather
!
What
is
the
odds
so
long
as
the
spirit
is
expanded
by
means
of
rosy
wine
,
and
the
present
moment
is
the
least
happiest
of
our
existence
!
’
‘
You
needn
’
t
act
the
chairman
here
,
’
said
his
friend
,
half
aside
.
