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To
these
remonstrances
,
the
single
gentleman
answered
not
a
word
,
but
when
the
trunk
was
at
last
got
into
the
bed
-
room
,
sat
down
upon
it
and
wiped
his
bald
head
and
face
with
his
handkerchief
.
He
was
very
warm
,
and
well
he
might
be
;
for
,
not
to
mention
the
exertion
of
getting
the
trunk
up
stairs
,
he
was
closely
muffled
in
winter
garments
,
though
the
thermometer
had
stood
all
day
at
eighty
-
one
in
the
shade
.
‘
I
believe
,
sir
,
’
said
Richard
Swiveller
,
taking
his
pen
out
of
his
mouth
,
‘
that
you
desire
to
look
at
these
apartments
.
They
are
very
charming
apartments
,
sir
.
They
command
an
uninterrupted
view
of
—
of
over
the
way
,
and
they
are
within
one
minute
’
s
walk
of
—
of
the
corner
of
the
street
.
There
is
exceedingly
mild
porter
,
sir
,
in
the
immediate
vicinity
,
and
the
contingent
advantages
are
extraordinary
.
’
‘
What
’
s
the
rent
?
’
said
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
One
pound
per
week
,
’
replied
Dick
,
improving
on
the
terms
.
‘
I
’
ll
take
‘
em
.
’
‘
The
boots
and
clothes
are
extras
,
’
said
Dick
;
‘
and
the
fires
in
winter
time
are
—
’
‘
Are
all
agreed
to
,
’
answered
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
Two
weeks
certain
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
are
the
—
’
‘
Two
weeks
!
’
cried
the
single
gentleman
gruffly
,
eyeing
him
from
top
to
toe
.
‘
Two
years
.
I
shall
live
here
for
two
years
.
Here
.
Ten
pounds
down
.
The
bargain
’
s
made
.
’
