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With
which
words
,
and
knocking
his
hat
over
his
eyes
as
if
for
the
purpose
of
shutting
out
even
a
glimpse
of
the
dreadful
visitation
,
Mr
Brass
rushed
from
the
house
and
hurried
away
.
As
Mr
Swiveller
was
decidedly
favourable
to
these
performances
,
upon
the
ground
that
looking
at
a
Punch
,
or
indeed
looking
at
anything
out
of
window
,
was
better
than
working
;
and
as
he
had
been
,
for
this
reason
,
at
some
pains
to
awaken
in
his
fellow
clerk
a
sense
of
their
beauties
and
manifold
deserts
;
both
he
and
Miss
Sally
rose
as
with
one
accord
and
took
up
their
positions
at
the
window
:
upon
the
sill
whereof
,
as
in
a
post
of
honour
,
sundry
young
ladies
and
gentlemen
who
were
employed
in
the
dry
nurture
of
babies
,
and
who
made
a
point
of
being
present
,
with
their
young
charges
,
on
such
occasions
,
had
already
established
themselves
as
comfortably
as
the
circumstances
would
allow
.
The
glass
being
dim
,
Mr
Swiveller
,
agreeably
to
a
friendly
custom
which
he
had
established
between
them
,
hitched
off
the
brown
head
-
dress
from
Miss
Sally
’
s
head
,
and
dusted
it
carefully
therewith
.
By
the
time
he
had
handed
it
back
,
and
its
beautiful
wearer
had
put
it
on
again
(
which
she
did
with
perfect
composure
and
indifference
)
,
the
lodger
returned
with
the
show
and
showmen
at
his
heels
,
and
a
strong
addition
to
the
body
of
spectators
.
The
exhibitor
disappeared
with
all
speed
behind
the
drapery
;
and
his
partner
,
stationing
himself
by
the
side
of
the
Theatre
,
surveyed
the
audience
with
a
remarkable
expression
of
melancholy
,
which
became
more
remarkable
still
when
he
breathed
a
hornpipe
tune
into
that
sweet
musical
instrument
which
is
popularly
termed
a
mouth
-
organ
,
without
at
all
changing
the
mournful
expression
of
the
upper
part
of
his
face
,
though
his
mouth
and
chin
were
,
of
necessity
,
in
lively
spasms
.
The
drama
proceeded
to
its
close
,
and
held
the
spectators
enchained
in
the
customary
manner
.
The
sensation
which
kindles
in
large
assemblies
,
when
they
are
relieved
from
a
state
of
breathless
suspense
and
are
again
free
to
speak
and
move
,
was
yet
rife
,
when
the
lodger
,
as
usual
,
summoned
the
men
up
stairs
.
‘
Both
of
you
,
’
he
called
from
the
window
;
for
only
the
actual
exhibitor
—
a
little
fat
man
—
prepared
to
obey
the
summons
.
‘
I
want
to
talk
to
you
.
Come
both
of
you
!
’
‘
Come
,
Tommy
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
I
an
’
t
a
talker
,
’
replied
the
other
.
‘
Tell
him
so
.
What
should
I
go
and
talk
for
?
’
‘
Don
’
t
you
see
the
gentleman
’
s
got
a
bottle
and
glass
up
there
?
’
returned
the
little
man
.
‘
And
couldn
’
t
you
have
said
so
at
first
?
’
retorted
the
other
with
sudden
alacrity
.
‘
Now
,
what
are
you
waiting
for
?
Are
you
going
to
keep
the
gentleman
expecting
us
all
day
?
haven
’
t
you
no
manners
?
’
With
this
remonstrance
,
the
melancholy
man
,
who
was
no
other
than
Mr
Thomas
Codlin
,
pushed
past
his
friend
and
brother
in
the
craft
,
Mr
Harris
,
otherwise
Short
or
Trotters
,
and
hurried
before
him
to
the
single
gentleman
’
s
apartment
.
