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‘
Is
their
peace
nothing
,
sir
?
’
returned
Dick
.
‘
I
don
’
t
wish
to
hold
out
any
threats
,
sir
—
indeed
the
law
does
not
allow
of
threats
,
for
to
threaten
is
an
indictable
offence
—
but
if
ever
you
do
that
again
,
take
care
you
’
re
not
sat
upon
by
the
coroner
and
buried
in
a
cross
road
before
you
wake
.
We
have
been
distracted
with
fears
that
you
were
dead
,
Sir
,
’
said
Dick
,
gently
sliding
to
the
ground
,
‘
and
the
short
and
the
long
of
it
is
,
that
we
cannot
allow
single
gentlemen
to
come
into
this
establishment
and
sleep
like
double
gentlemen
without
paying
extra
for
it
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
cried
the
lodger
.
‘
Yes
,
Sir
,
indeed
,
’
returned
Dick
,
yielding
to
his
destiny
and
saying
whatever
came
uppermost
;
‘
an
equal
quantity
of
slumber
was
never
got
out
of
one
bed
and
bedstead
,
and
if
you
’
re
going
to
sleep
in
that
way
,
you
must
pay
for
a
double
-
bedded
room
.
’
Instead
of
being
thrown
into
a
greater
passion
by
these
remarks
,
the
lodger
lapsed
into
a
broad
grin
and
looked
at
Mr
Swiveller
with
twinkling
eyes
.
He
was
a
brown
-
faced
sun
-
burnt
man
,
and
appeared
browner
and
more
sun
-
burnt
from
having
a
white
nightcap
on
.
As
it
was
clear
that
he
was
a
choleric
fellow
in
some
respects
,
Mr
Swiveller
was
relieved
to
find
him
in
such
good
humour
,
and
,
to
encourage
him
in
it
,
smiled
himself
.
The
lodger
,
in
the
testiness
of
being
so
rudely
roused
,
had
pushed
his
nightcap
very
much
on
one
side
of
his
bald
head
.
This
gave
him
a
rakish
eccentric
air
which
,
now
that
he
had
leisure
to
observe
it
,
charmed
Mr
Swiveller
exceedingly
;
therefore
,
by
way
of
propitiation
,
he
expressed
his
hope
that
the
gentleman
was
going
to
get
up
,
and
further
that
he
would
never
do
so
any
more
.
‘
Come
here
,
you
impudent
rascal
!
’
was
the
lodger
’
s
answer
as
he
re
-
entered
his
room
.
Mr
Swiveller
followed
him
in
,
leaving
the
stool
outside
,
but
reserving
the
ruler
in
case
of
a
surprise
.
He
rather
congratulated
himself
on
his
prudence
when
the
single
gentleman
,
without
notice
or
explanation
of
any
kind
,
double
-
locked
the
door
.
‘
Can
you
drink
anything
?
’
was
his
next
inquiry
.
Mr
Swiveller
replied
that
he
had
very
recently
been
assuaging
the
pangs
of
thirst
,
but
that
he
was
still
open
to
‘
a
modest
quencher
,
’
if
the
materials
were
at
hand
.
Without
another
word
spoken
on
either
side
,
the
lodger
took
from
his
great
trunk
,
a
kind
of
temple
,
shining
as
of
polished
silver
,
and
placed
it
carefully
on
the
table
.
