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After
a
moment
’
s
reflection
,
Mr
Swiveller
determined
to
forego
his
responsible
duty
of
setting
her
right
,
and
to
suffer
her
to
talk
on
;
as
it
was
evident
that
her
tongue
was
loosened
by
the
purl
,
and
her
opportunities
for
conversation
were
not
so
frequent
as
to
render
a
momentary
check
of
little
consequence
.
‘
They
sometimes
go
to
see
Mr
Quilp
,
’
said
the
small
servant
with
a
shrewd
look
;
‘
they
go
to
a
many
places
,
bless
you
!
’
‘
Is
Mr
Brass
a
wunner
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Not
half
what
Miss
Sally
is
,
he
isn
’
t
,
’
replied
the
small
servant
,
shaking
her
head
.
‘
Bless
you
,
he
’
d
never
do
anything
without
her
.
’
‘
Oh
!
He
wouldn
’
t
,
wouldn
’
t
he
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Miss
Sally
keeps
him
in
such
order
,
’
said
the
small
servant
;
‘
he
always
asks
her
advice
,
he
does
;
and
he
catches
it
sometimes
.
Bless
you
,
you
wouldn
’
t
believe
how
much
he
catches
it
.
’
‘
I
suppose
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
that
they
consult
together
,
a
good
deal
,
and
talk
about
a
great
many
people
—
about
me
for
instance
,
sometimes
,
eh
,
Marchioness
?
’
The
Marchioness
nodded
amazingly
.
‘
Complimentary
?
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
.
The
Marchioness
changed
the
motion
of
her
head
,
which
had
not
yet
left
off
nodding
,
and
suddenly
began
to
shake
it
from
side
to
side
,
with
a
vehemence
which
threatened
to
dislocate
her
neck
.
