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Having
,
as
it
were
,
taken
formal
possession
of
his
clerkship
in
virtue
of
these
proceedings
,
he
opened
the
window
and
leaned
negligently
out
of
it
until
a
beer
-
boy
happened
to
pass
,
whom
he
commanded
to
set
down
his
tray
and
to
serve
him
with
a
pint
of
mild
porter
,
which
he
drank
upon
the
spot
and
promptly
paid
for
,
with
the
view
of
breaking
ground
for
a
system
of
future
credit
and
opening
a
correspondence
tending
thereto
,
without
loss
of
time
.
Then
,
three
or
four
little
boys
dropped
in
,
on
legal
errands
from
three
or
four
attorneys
of
the
Brass
grade
:
whom
Mr
Swiveller
received
and
dismissed
with
about
as
professional
a
manner
,
and
as
correct
and
comprehensive
an
understanding
of
their
business
,
as
would
have
been
shown
by
a
clown
in
a
pantomime
under
similar
circumstances
.
These
things
done
and
over
,
he
got
upon
his
stool
again
and
tried
his
hand
at
drawing
caricatures
of
Miss
Brass
with
a
pen
and
ink
,
whistling
very
cheerfully
all
the
time
.
He
was
occupied
in
this
diversion
when
a
coach
stopped
near
the
door
,
and
presently
afterwards
there
was
a
loud
double
-
knock
.
As
this
was
no
business
of
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
,
the
person
not
ringing
the
office
bell
,
he
pursued
his
diversion
with
perfect
composure
,
notwithstanding
that
he
rather
thought
there
was
nobody
else
in
the
house
.
In
this
,
however
,
he
was
mistaken
;
for
,
after
the
knock
had
been
repeated
with
increased
impatience
,
the
door
was
opened
,
and
somebody
with
a
very
heavy
tread
went
up
the
stairs
and
into
the
room
above
.
Mr
Swiveller
was
wondering
whether
this
might
be
another
Miss
Brass
,
twin
sister
to
the
Dragon
,
when
there
came
a
rapping
of
knuckles
at
the
office
door
.
‘
Come
in
!
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Don
’
t
stand
upon
ceremony
.
The
business
will
get
rather
complicated
if
I
’
ve
many
more
customers
.
Come
in
!
’
‘
Oh
,
please
,
’
said
a
little
voice
very
low
down
in
the
doorway
,
‘
will
you
come
and
show
the
lodgings
?
’
Dick
leant
over
the
table
,
and
descried
a
small
slipshod
girl
in
a
dirty
coarse
apron
and
bib
,
which
left
nothing
of
her
visible
but
her
face
and
feet
.
She
might
as
well
have
been
dressed
in
a
violin
-
case
.
‘
Why
,
who
are
you
?
’
said
Dick
.
To
which
the
only
reply
was
,
‘
Oh
,
please
will
you
come
and
show
the
lodgings
?
’
There
never
was
such
an
old
-
fashioned
child
in
her
looks
and
manner
.
She
must
have
been
at
work
from
her
cradle
.
She
seemed
as
much
afraid
of
Dick
,
as
Dick
was
amazed
at
her
.
‘
I
hav
’
n
’
t
got
anything
to
do
with
the
lodgings
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Tell
‘
em
to
call
again
.
’
