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The
small
servant
needed
no
second
bidding
,
and
the
plate
was
soon
empty
.
‘
Next
,
’
said
Dick
,
handing
the
purl
,
‘
take
a
pull
at
that
;
but
moderate
your
transports
,
you
know
,
for
you
’
re
not
used
to
it
.
Well
,
is
it
good
?
’
‘
Oh
!
isn
’
t
it
?
’
said
the
small
servant
Mr
Swiveller
appeared
gratified
beyond
all
expression
by
this
reply
,
and
took
a
long
draught
himself
,
steadfastly
regarding
his
companion
while
he
did
so
.
These
preliminaries
disposed
of
,
he
applied
himself
to
teaching
her
the
game
,
which
she
soon
learnt
tolerably
well
,
being
both
sharp
-
witted
and
cunning
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
putting
two
sixpences
into
a
saucer
,
and
trimming
the
wretched
candle
,
when
the
cards
had
been
cut
and
dealt
,
‘
those
are
the
stakes
.
If
you
win
,
you
get
‘
em
all
.
If
I
win
,
I
get
‘
em
.
To
make
it
seem
more
real
and
pleasant
,
I
shall
call
you
the
Marchioness
,
do
you
hear
?
’
The
small
servant
nodded
.
‘
Then
,
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
fire
away
!
’
The
Marchioness
,
holding
her
cards
very
tight
in
both
hands
,
considered
which
to
play
,
and
Mr
Swiveller
,
assuming
the
gay
and
fashionable
air
which
such
society
required
,
took
another
pull
at
the
tankard
,
and
waited
for
her
lead
.
Mr
Swiveller
and
his
partner
played
several
rubbers
with
varying
success
,
until
the
loss
of
three
sixpences
,
the
gradual
sinking
of
the
purl
,
and
the
striking
of
ten
o
’
clock
,
combined
to
render
that
gentleman
mindful
of
the
flight
of
Time
,
and
the
expediency
of
withdrawing
before
Mr
Sampson
and
Miss
Sally
Brass
returned
.
‘
With
which
object
in
view
,
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
gravely
,
‘
I
shall
ask
your
ladyship
’
s
permission
to
put
the
board
in
my
pocket
,
and
to
retire
from
the
presence
when
I
have
finished
this
tankard
;
merely
observing
,
Marchioness
,
that
since
life
like
a
river
is
flowing
,
I
care
not
how
fast
it
rolls
on
,
ma
’
am
,
on
,
while
such
purl
on
the
bank
still
is
growing
,
and
such
eyes
light
the
waves
as
they
run
.
Marchioness
,
your
health
.
You
will
excuse
my
wearing
my
hat
,
but
the
palace
is
damp
,
and
the
marble
floor
is
—
if
I
may
be
allowed
the
expression
—
sloppy
.
’
