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‘
Oh
!
I
didn
’
t
mean
any
harm
indeed
,
upon
my
word
I
didn
’
t
,
’
cried
the
small
servant
,
struggling
like
a
much
larger
one
.
‘
It
’
s
so
very
dull
,
down
-
stairs
,
Please
don
’
t
you
tell
upon
me
,
please
don
’
t
.
’
‘
Tell
upon
you
!
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Do
you
mean
to
say
you
were
looking
through
the
keyhole
for
company
?
’
‘
Yes
,
upon
my
word
I
was
,
’
replied
the
small
servant
.
‘
How
long
have
you
been
cooling
your
eye
there
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Oh
ever
since
you
first
began
to
play
them
cards
,
and
long
before
.
’
Vague
recollections
of
several
fantastic
exercises
with
which
he
had
refreshed
himself
after
the
fatigues
of
business
,
and
to
all
of
which
,
no
doubt
,
the
small
servant
was
a
party
,
rather
disconcerted
Mr
Swiveller
;
but
he
was
not
very
sensitive
on
such
points
,
and
recovered
himself
speedily
.
‘
Well
—
come
in
’
—
he
said
,
after
a
little
consideration
.
‘
Here
—
sit
down
,
and
I
’
ll
teach
you
how
to
play
.
’
‘
Oh
!
I
durstn
’
t
do
it
,
’
rejoined
the
small
servant
;
‘
Miss
Sally
‘
ud
kill
me
,
if
she
know
’
d
I
come
up
here
.
’
‘
Have
you
got
a
fire
down
-
stairs
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
A
very
little
one
,
’
replied
the
small
servant
.
