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‘
I
shan
’
t
be
very
long
,
’
said
Miss
Brass
,
retiring
.
‘
I
’
m
sorry
to
hear
it
,
ma
’
am
,
’
rejoined
Dick
when
she
had
shut
the
door
.
‘
I
hope
you
may
be
unexpectedly
detained
,
ma
’
am
.
If
you
could
manage
to
be
run
over
,
ma
’
am
,
but
not
seriously
,
so
much
the
better
.
’
Uttering
these
expressions
of
good
-
will
with
extreme
gravity
,
Mr
Swiveller
sat
down
in
the
client
’
s
chair
and
pondered
;
then
took
a
few
turns
up
and
down
the
room
and
fell
into
the
chair
again
.
‘
So
I
’
m
Brass
’
s
clerk
,
am
I
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Brass
’
s
clerk
,
eh
?
And
the
clerk
of
Brass
’
s
sister
—
clerk
to
a
female
Dragon
.
Very
good
,
very
good
!
What
shall
I
be
next
?
Shall
I
be
a
convict
in
a
felt
hat
and
a
grey
suit
,
trotting
about
a
dockyard
with
my
number
neatly
embroidered
on
my
uniform
,
and
the
order
of
the
garter
on
my
leg
,
restrained
from
chafing
my
ankle
by
a
twisted
belcher
handkerchief
?
Shall
I
be
that
?
Will
that
do
,
or
is
it
too
genteel
?
Whatever
you
please
,
have
it
your
own
way
,
of
course
.
’
As
he
was
entirely
alone
,
it
may
be
presumed
that
,
in
these
remarks
,
Mr
Swiveller
addressed
himself
to
his
fate
or
destiny
,
whom
,
as
we
learn
by
the
precedents
,
it
is
the
custom
of
heroes
to
taunt
in
a
very
bitter
and
ironical
manner
when
they
find
themselves
in
situations
of
an
unpleasant
nature
.
This
is
the
more
probable
from
the
circumstance
of
Mr
Swiveller
directing
his
observations
to
the
ceiling
,
which
these
bodily
personages
are
usually
supposed
to
inhabit
—
except
in
theatrical
cases
,
when
they
live
in
the
heart
of
the
great
chandelier
.
‘
Quilp
offers
me
this
place
,
which
he
says
he
can
insure
me
,
’
resumed
Dick
after
a
thoughtful
silence
,
and
telling
off
the
circumstances
of
his
position
,
one
by
one
,
upon
his
fingers
;
‘
Fred
,
who
,
I
could
have
taken
my
affidavit
,
would
not
have
heard
of
such
a
thing
,
backs
Quilp
to
my
astonishment
,
and
urges
me
to
take
it
also
—
staggerer
,
number
one
!
My
aunt
in
the
country
stops
the
supplies
,
and
writes
an
affectionate
note
to
say
that
she
has
made
a
new
will
,
and
left
me
out
of
it
—
staggerer
,
number
two
.
No
money
;
no
credit
;
no
support
from
Fred
,
who
seems
to
turn
steady
all
at
once
;
notice
to
quit
the
old
lodgings
—
staggerers
,
three
,
four
,
five
,
and
six
!
Under
an
accumulation
of
staggerers
,
no
man
can
be
considered
a
free
agent
.
No
man
knocks
himself
down
;
if
his
destiny
knocks
him
down
,
his
destiny
must
pick
him
up
again
.
Then
I
’
m
very
glad
that
mine
has
brought
all
this
upon
itself
,
and
I
shall
be
as
careless
as
I
can
,
and
make
myself
quite
at
home
to
spite
it
.
So
go
on
my
buck
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
taking
his
leave
of
the
ceiling
with
a
significant
nod
,
‘
and
let
us
see
which
of
us
will
be
tired
first
!
’
Dismissing
the
subject
of
his
downfall
with
these
reflections
,
which
were
no
doubt
very
profound
,
and
are
indeed
not
altogether
unknown
in
certain
systems
of
moral
philosophy
,
Mr
Swiveller
shook
off
his
despondency
and
assumed
the
cheerful
ease
of
an
irresponsible
clerk
.
As
a
means
towards
his
composure
and
self
-
possession
,
he
entered
into
a
more
minute
examination
of
the
office
than
he
had
yet
had
time
to
make
;
looked
into
the
wig
-
box
,
the
books
,
and
ink
-
bottle
;
untied
and
inspected
all
the
papers
;
carved
a
few
devices
on
the
table
with
a
sharp
blade
of
Mr
Brass
’
s
penknife
;
and
wrote
his
name
on
the
inside
of
the
wooden
coal
-
scuttle
.
