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This
happened
so
often
,
that
Mr
Swiveller
by
degrees
began
to
feel
strange
influences
creeping
over
him
—
horrible
desires
to
annihilate
this
Sally
Brass
—
mysterious
promptings
to
knock
her
head
-
dress
off
and
try
how
she
looked
without
it
.
There
was
a
very
large
ruler
on
the
table
;
a
large
,
black
,
shining
ruler
.
Mr
Swiveller
took
it
up
and
began
to
rub
his
nose
with
it
.
From
rubbing
his
nose
with
the
ruler
,
to
poising
it
in
his
hand
and
giving
it
an
occasional
flourish
after
the
tomahawk
manner
,
the
transition
was
easy
and
natural
.
In
some
of
these
flourishes
it
went
close
to
Miss
Sally
’
s
head
;
the
ragged
edges
of
the
head
-
dress
fluttered
with
the
wind
it
raised
;
advance
it
but
an
inch
,
and
that
great
brown
knot
was
on
the
ground
:
yet
still
the
unconscious
maiden
worked
away
,
and
never
raised
her
eyes
.
Well
,
this
was
a
great
relief
.
It
was
a
good
thing
to
write
doggedly
and
obstinately
until
he
was
desperate
,
and
then
snatch
up
the
ruler
and
whirl
it
about
the
brown
head
-
dress
with
the
consciousness
that
he
could
have
it
off
if
he
liked
It
was
a
good
thing
to
draw
it
back
,
and
rub
his
nose
very
hard
with
it
,
if
he
thought
Miss
Sally
was
going
to
look
up
,
and
to
recompense
himself
with
more
hardy
flourishes
when
he
found
she
was
still
absorbed
.
By
these
means
Mr
Swiveller
calmed
the
agitation
of
his
feelings
,
until
his
applications
to
the
ruler
became
less
fierce
and
frequent
,
and
he
could
even
write
as
many
as
half
-
a
-
dozen
consecutive
lines
without
having
recourse
to
it
—
which
was
a
great
victory
.
In
course
of
time
,
that
is
to
say
,
after
a
couple
of
hours
or
so
,
of
diligent
application
,
Miss
Brass
arrived
at
the
conclusion
of
her
task
,
and
recorded
the
fact
by
wiping
her
pen
upon
the
green
gown
,
and
taking
a
pinch
of
snuff
from
a
little
round
tin
box
which
she
carried
in
her
pocket
.
Having
disposed
of
this
temperate
refreshment
,
she
arose
from
her
stool
,
tied
her
papers
into
a
formal
packet
with
red
tape
,
and
taking
them
under
her
arm
,
marched
out
of
the
office
.
Mr
Swiveller
had
scarcely
sprung
off
his
seat
and
commenced
the
performance
of
a
maniac
hornpipe
,
when
he
was
interrupted
,
in
the
fulness
of
his
joy
at
being
again
alone
,
by
the
opening
of
the
door
,
and
the
reappearance
of
Miss
Sally
’
s
head
.
‘
I
am
going
out
,
’
said
Miss
Brass
.
‘
Very
good
,
ma
’
am
,
’
returned
Dick
.
‘
And
don
’
t
hurry
yourself
on
my
account
to
come
back
,
ma
’
am
,
’
he
added
inwardly
.
‘
If
anybody
comes
on
office
business
,
take
their
messages
,
and
say
that
the
gentleman
who
attends
to
that
matter
isn
’
t
in
at
present
,
will
you
?
’
said
Miss
Brass
.
‘
I
will
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
Dick
.
