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Mr
Swiveller
solemnly
doffed
the
aquatic
jacket
,
put
on
his
coat
,
took
down
his
hat
from
its
peg
,
pocketed
the
letter
,
and
departed
.
As
soon
as
he
was
gone
,
up
rose
Miss
Sally
Brass
,
and
smiling
sweetly
at
her
brother
(
who
nodded
and
smote
his
nose
in
return
)
withdrew
also
.
Sampson
Brass
was
no
sooner
left
alone
,
than
he
set
the
office
-
door
wide
open
,
and
establishing
himself
at
his
desk
directly
opposite
,
so
that
he
could
not
fail
to
see
anybody
who
came
down
-
stairs
and
passed
out
at
the
street
door
,
began
to
write
with
extreme
cheerfulness
and
assiduity
;
humming
as
he
did
so
,
in
a
voice
that
was
anything
but
musical
,
certain
vocal
snatches
which
appeared
to
have
reference
to
the
union
between
Church
and
State
,
inasmuch
as
they
were
compounded
of
the
Evening
Hymn
and
God
save
the
King
.
Thus
,
the
attorney
of
Bevis
Marks
sat
,
and
wrote
,
and
hummed
,
for
a
long
time
,
except
when
he
stopped
to
listen
with
a
very
cunning
face
,
and
hearing
nothing
,
went
on
humming
louder
,
and
writing
slower
than
ever
.
At
length
,
in
one
of
these
pauses
,
he
heard
his
lodger
’
s
door
opened
and
shut
,
and
footsteps
coming
down
the
stairs
.
Then
,
Mr
Brass
left
off
writing
entirely
,
and
,
with
his
pen
in
his
hand
,
hummed
his
very
loudest
;
shaking
his
head
meanwhile
from
side
to
side
,
like
a
man
whose
whole
soul
was
in
the
music
,
and
smiling
in
a
manner
quite
seraphic
.
It
was
towards
this
moving
spectacle
that
the
staircase
and
the
sweet
sounds
guided
Kit
;
on
whose
arrival
before
his
door
,
Mr
Brass
stopped
his
singing
,
but
not
his
smiling
,
and
nodded
affably
:
at
the
same
time
beckoning
to
him
with
his
pen
.
‘
Kit
,
’
said
Mr
Brass
,
in
the
pleasantest
way
imaginable
,
‘
how
do
you
do
?
’
Kit
,
being
rather
shy
of
his
friend
,
made
a
suitable
reply
,
and
had
his
hand
upon
the
lock
of
the
street
door
when
Mr
Brass
called
him
softly
back
.
‘
You
are
not
to
go
,
if
you
please
,
Kit
,
’
said
the
attorney
in
a
mysterious
and
yet
business
-
like
way
.
‘
You
are
to
step
in
here
,
if
you
please
.
Dear
me
,
dear
me
!
When
I
look
at
you
,
’
said
the
lawyer
,
quitting
his
stool
,
and
standing
before
the
fire
with
his
back
towards
it
,
‘
I
am
reminded
of
the
sweetest
little
face
that
ever
my
eyes
beheld
.
I
remember
your
coming
there
,
twice
or
thrice
,
when
we
were
in
possession
.
Ah
Kit
,
my
dear
fellow
,
gentleman
in
my
profession
have
such
painful
duties
to
perform
sometimes
,
that
you
needn
’
t
envy
us
—
you
needn
’
t
indeed
!
’
‘
I
don
’
t
,
sir
,
’
said
Kit
,
‘
though
it
isn
’
t
for
the
like
of
me
to
judge
.
’
‘
Our
only
consolation
,
Kit
,
’
pursued
the
lawyer
,
looking
at
him
in
a
sort
of
pensive
abstraction
,
‘
is
,
that
although
we
cannot
turn
away
the
wind
,
we
can
soften
it
;
we
can
temper
it
,
if
I
may
say
so
,
to
the
shorn
lambs
.
’
