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’
‘
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
stammered
Brass
,
who
perhaps
had
his
reasons
for
wishing
to
show
as
fair
as
possible
in
the
eyes
of
the
notary
.
‘
How
do
we
stand
in
point
of
time
,
constable
,
eh
?
’
The
constable
,
who
had
been
chewing
a
straw
all
this
while
with
great
philosophy
,
replied
that
if
they
went
away
at
once
they
would
have
time
enough
,
but
that
if
they
stood
shilly
-
shallying
there
,
any
longer
,
they
must
go
straight
to
the
Mansion
House
;
and
finally
expressed
his
opinion
that
that
was
where
it
was
,
and
that
was
all
about
it
.
Mr
Richard
Swiveller
having
arrived
inside
the
coach
,
and
still
remaining
immoveable
in
the
most
commodious
corner
with
his
face
to
the
horses
,
Mr
Brass
instructed
the
officer
to
remove
his
prisoner
,
and
declared
himself
quite
ready
.
Therefore
,
the
constable
,
still
holding
Kit
in
the
same
manner
,
and
pushing
him
on
a
little
before
him
,
so
as
to
keep
him
at
about
three
-
quarters
of
an
arm
’
s
length
in
advance
(
which
is
the
professional
mode
)
,
thrust
him
into
the
vehicle
and
followed
himself
.
Miss
Sally
entered
next
;
and
there
being
now
four
inside
,
Sampson
Brass
got
upon
the
box
,
and
made
the
coachman
drive
on
.
Still
completely
stunned
by
the
sudden
and
terrible
change
which
had
taken
place
in
his
affairs
,
Kit
sat
gazing
out
of
the
coach
window
,
almost
hoping
to
see
some
monstrous
phenomenon
in
the
streets
which
might
give
him
reason
to
believe
he
was
in
a
dream
.
Alas
!
Everything
was
too
real
and
familiar
:
the
same
succession
of
turnings
,
the
same
houses
,
the
same
streams
of
people
running
side
by
side
in
different
directions
upon
the
pavement
,
the
same
bustle
of
carts
and
carriages
in
the
road
,
the
same
well
-
remembered
objects
in
the
shop
windows
:
a
regularity
in
the
very
noise
and
hurry
which
no
dream
ever
mirrored
.
Dream
-
like
as
the
story
was
,
it
was
true
.
He
stood
charged
with
robbery
;
the
note
had
been
found
upon
him
,
though
he
was
innocent
in
thought
and
deed
;
and
they
were
carrying
him
back
,
a
prisoner
.
Absorbed
in
these
painful
ruminations
,
thinking
with
a
drooping
heart
of
his
mother
and
little
Jacob
,
feeling
as
though
even
the
consciousness
of
innocence
would
be
insufficient
to
support
him
in
the
presence
of
his
friends
if
they
believed
him
guilty
,
and
sinking
in
hope
and
courage
more
and
more
as
they
drew
nearer
to
the
notary
’
s
,
poor
Kit
was
looking
earnestly
out
of
the
window
,
observant
of
nothing
,
—
when
all
at
once
,
as
though
it
had
been
conjured
up
by
magic
,
he
became
aware
of
the
face
of
Quilp
.
And
what
a
leer
there
was
upon
the
face
!
It
was
from
the
open
window
of
a
tavern
that
it
looked
out
;
and
the
dwarf
had
so
spread
himself
over
it
,
with
his
elbows
on
the
window
-
sill
and
his
head
resting
on
both
his
hands
,
that
what
between
this
attitude
and
his
being
swoln
with
suppressed
laughter
,
he
looked
puffed
and
bloated
into
twice
his
usual
breadth
.
Mr
Brass
,
on
recognising
him
,
immediately
stopped
the
coach
.
As
it
came
to
a
halt
directly
opposite
to
where
he
stood
,
the
dwarf
pulled
off
his
hat
,
and
saluted
the
party
with
a
hideous
and
grotesque
politeness
.
’
Aha
!
’
he
cried
.
‘
Where
now
,
Brass
?
where
now
?
Sally
with
you
too
?
Sweet
Sally
!
And
Dick
?
Pleasant
Dick
!
And
Kit
!
Honest
Kit
!
’
‘
He
’
s
extremely
cheerful
!
’
said
Brass
to
the
coachman
.
‘
Very
much
so
!
Ah
,
sir
—
a
sad
business
!
Never
believe
in
honesty
any
more
,
sir
.
’
