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‘
Dear
me
!
’
said
Brass
,
slapping
all
his
pockets
,
one
after
another
,
and
looking
into
his
desk
,
and
under
it
,
and
upon
it
,
and
wildly
tossing
the
papers
about
,
‘
the
note
,
Mr
Richard
,
sir
,
the
five
-
pound
note
—
what
can
have
become
of
it
?
I
laid
it
down
here
—
God
bless
me
!
’
‘
What
!
’
cried
Miss
Sally
,
starting
up
,
clapping
her
hands
,
and
scattering
the
papers
on
the
floor
.
‘
Gone
!
Now
who
’
s
right
?
Now
who
’
s
got
it
?
Never
mind
five
pounds
—
what
’
s
five
pounds
?
He
’
s
honest
,
you
know
,
quite
honest
.
It
would
be
mean
to
suspect
him
.
Don
’
t
run
after
him
.
No
,
no
,
not
for
the
world
!
’
‘
Is
it
really
gone
though
?
’
said
Dick
,
looking
at
Brass
with
a
face
as
pale
as
his
own
.
‘
Upon
my
word
,
Mr
Richard
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
lawyer
,
feeling
in
all
his
pockets
with
looks
of
the
greatest
agitation
,
‘
I
fear
this
is
a
black
business
.
It
’
s
certainly
gone
,
Sir
.
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
’
‘
Don
’
t
run
after
him
,
’
said
Miss
Sally
,
taking
more
snuff
.
‘
Don
’
t
run
after
him
on
any
account
.
Give
him
time
to
get
rid
of
it
,
you
know
.
It
would
be
cruel
to
find
him
out
!
’
Mr
Swiveller
and
Sampson
Brass
looked
from
Miss
Sally
to
each
other
,
in
a
state
of
bewilderment
,
and
then
,
as
by
one
impulse
,
caught
up
their
hats
and
rushed
out
into
the
street
—
darting
along
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
and
dashing
aside
all
obstructions
,
as
though
they
were
running
for
their
lives
.
It
happened
that
Kit
had
been
running
too
,
though
not
so
fast
,
and
having
the
start
of
them
by
some
few
minutes
,
was
a
good
distance
ahead
.
As
they
were
pretty
certain
of
the
road
he
must
have
taken
,
however
,
and
kept
on
at
a
great
pace
,
they
came
up
with
him
,
at
the
very
moment
when
he
had
taken
breath
,
and
was
breaking
into
a
run
again
.
‘
Stop
!
’
cried
Sampson
,
laying
his
hand
on
one
shoulder
,
while
Mr
Swiveller
pounced
upon
the
other
.
‘
Not
so
fast
sir
.
You
’
re
in
a
hurry
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
am
,
’
said
Kit
,
looking
from
one
to
the
other
in
great
surprise
.
