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’
With
this
parting
injunction
,
Mr
Swiveller
emerged
from
the
house
;
and
feeling
that
he
had
by
this
time
taken
quite
as
much
to
drink
as
promised
to
be
good
for
his
constitution
(
purl
being
a
rather
strong
and
heady
compound
)
,
wisely
resolved
to
betake
himself
to
his
lodgings
,
and
to
bed
at
once
.
Homeward
he
went
therefore
;
and
his
apartments
(
for
he
still
retained
the
plural
fiction
)
being
at
no
great
distance
from
the
office
,
he
was
soon
seated
in
his
own
bed
-
chamber
,
where
,
having
pulled
off
one
boot
and
forgotten
the
other
,
he
fell
into
deep
cogitation
.
‘
This
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
folding
his
arms
,
‘
is
a
very
extraordinary
person
—
surrounded
by
mysteries
,
ignorant
of
the
taste
of
beer
,
unacquainted
with
her
own
name
(
which
is
less
remarkable
)
,
and
taking
a
limited
view
of
society
through
the
keyholes
of
doors
—
can
these
things
be
her
destiny
,
or
has
some
unknown
person
started
an
opposition
to
the
decrees
of
fate
?
It
is
a
most
inscrutable
and
unmitigated
staggerer
!
’
When
his
meditations
had
attained
this
satisfactory
point
,
he
became
aware
of
his
remaining
boot
,
of
which
,
with
unimpaired
solemnity
he
proceeded
to
divest
himself
;
shaking
his
head
with
exceeding
gravity
all
the
time
,
and
sighing
deeply
.
‘
These
rubbers
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
putting
on
his
nightcap
in
exactly
the
same
style
as
he
wore
his
hat
,
‘
remind
me
of
the
matrimonial
fireside
.
Cheggs
’
s
wife
plays
cribbage
;
all
-
fours
likewise
.
She
rings
the
changes
on
‘
em
now
.
From
sport
to
sport
they
hurry
her
to
banish
her
regrets
,
and
when
they
win
a
smile
from
her
,
they
think
that
she
forgets
—
but
she
don
’
t
.
By
this
time
,
I
should
say
,
’
added
Richard
,
getting
his
left
cheek
into
profile
,
and
looking
complacently
at
the
reflection
of
a
very
little
scrap
of
whisker
in
the
looking
-
glass
;
‘
by
this
time
,
I
should
say
,
the
iron
has
entered
into
her
soul
.
It
serves
her
right
!
’
Melting
from
this
stern
and
obdurate
,
into
the
tender
and
pathetic
mood
,
Mr
Swiveller
groaned
a
little
,
walked
wildly
up
and
down
,
and
even
made
a
show
of
tearing
his
hair
,
which
,
however
,
he
thought
better
of
,
and
wrenched
the
tassel
from
his
nightcap
instead
.
At
last
,
undressing
himself
with
a
gloomy
resolution
,
he
got
into
bed
.
Some
men
in
his
blighted
position
would
have
taken
to
drinking
;
but
as
Mr
Swiveller
had
taken
to
that
before
,
he
only
took
,
on
receiving
the
news
that
Sophy
Wackles
was
lost
to
him
for
ever
,
to
playing
the
flute
;
thinking
after
mature
consideration
that
it
was
a
good
,
sound
,
dismal
occupation
,
not
only
in
unison
with
his
own
sad
thoughts
,
but
calculated
to
awaken
a
fellow
-
feeling
in
the
bosoms
of
his
neighbours
.
In
pursuance
of
this
resolution
,
he
now
drew
a
little
table
to
his
bedside
,
and
arranging
the
light
and
a
small
oblong
music
-
book
to
the
best
advantage
,
took
his
flute
from
its
box
,
and
began
to
play
most
mournfully
.
The
air
was
‘
Away
with
melancholy
’
—
a
composition
,
which
,
when
it
is
played
very
slowly
on
the
flute
,
in
bed
,
with
the
further
disadvantage
of
being
performed
by
a
gentleman
but
imperfectly
acquainted
with
the
instrument
,
who
repeats
one
note
a
great
many
times
before
he
can
find
the
next
,
has
not
a
lively
effect
.
Yet
,
for
half
the
night
,
or
more
,
Mr
Swiveller
,
lying
sometimes
on
his
back
with
his
eyes
upon
the
ceiling
,
and
sometimes
half
out
of
bed
to
correct
himself
by
the
book
,
played
this
unhappy
tune
over
and
over
again
;
never
leaving
off
,
save
for
a
minute
or
two
at
a
time
to
take
breath
and
soliloquise
about
the
Marchioness
,
and
then
beginning
again
with
renewed
vigour
.
It
was
not
until
he
had
quite
exhausted
his
several
subjects
of
meditation
,
and
had
breathed
into
the
flute
the
whole
sentiment
of
the
purl
down
to
its
very
dregs
,
and
had
nearly
maddened
the
people
of
the
house
,
and
at
both
the
next
doors
,
and
over
the
way
—
that
he
shut
up
the
music
-
book
,
extinguished
the
candle
,
and
finding
himself
greatly
lightened
and
relieved
in
his
mind
,
turned
round
and
fell
asleep
.
