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‘
Miss
Sally
couldn
’
t
kill
me
if
she
know
’
d
I
went
down
there
,
so
I
’
ll
come
,
’
said
Richard
,
putting
the
cards
into
his
pocket
.
‘
Why
,
how
thin
you
are
!
What
do
you
mean
by
it
?
’
‘
It
ain
’
t
my
fault
.
’
‘
Could
you
eat
any
bread
and
meat
?
’
said
Dick
,
taking
down
his
hat
.
‘
Yes
?
Ah
!
I
thought
so
.
Did
you
ever
taste
beer
?
’
’
I
had
a
sip
of
it
once
,
’
said
the
small
servant
.
‘
Here
’
s
a
state
of
things
!
’
cried
Mr
Swiveller
,
raising
his
eyes
to
the
ceiling
.
‘
She
never
tasted
it
—
it
can
’
t
be
tasted
in
a
sip
!
Why
,
how
old
are
you
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
.
’
Mr
Swiveller
opened
his
eyes
very
wide
,
and
appeared
thoughtful
for
a
moment
;
then
,
bidding
the
child
mind
the
door
until
he
came
back
,
vanished
straightway
.
Presently
,
he
returned
,
followed
by
the
boy
from
the
public
-
house
,
who
bore
in
one
hand
a
plate
of
bread
and
beef
,
and
in
the
other
a
great
pot
,
filled
with
some
very
fragrant
compound
,
which
sent
forth
a
grateful
steam
,
and
was
indeed
choice
purl
,
made
after
a
particular
recipe
which
Mr
Swiveller
had
imparted
to
the
landlord
,
at
a
period
when
he
was
deep
in
his
books
and
desirous
to
conciliate
his
friendship
.
Relieving
the
boy
of
his
burden
at
the
door
,
and
charging
his
little
companion
to
fasten
it
to
prevent
surprise
,
Mr
Swiveller
followed
her
into
the
kitchen
.
‘
There
!
’
said
Richard
,
putting
the
plate
before
her
.
‘
First
of
all
clear
that
off
,
and
then
you
’
ll
see
what
’
s
next
.
’
