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‘
Very
remarkable
!
’
thought
Mr
Swiveller
.
‘
I
never
dreamt
such
a
real
cough
as
that
before
.
I
don
’
t
know
,
indeed
,
that
I
ever
dreamt
either
a
cough
or
a
sneeze
.
Perhaps
it
’
s
part
of
the
philosophy
of
dreams
that
one
never
does
.
There
’
s
another
—
and
another
—
I
say
!
—
I
’
m
dreaming
rather
fast
!
’
For
the
purpose
of
testing
his
real
condition
,
Mr
Swiveller
,
after
some
reflection
,
pinched
himself
in
the
arm
.
‘
Queerer
still
!
’
he
thought
.
‘
I
came
to
bed
rather
plump
than
otherwise
,
and
now
there
’
s
nothing
to
lay
hold
of
.
I
’
ll
take
another
survey
.
’
The
result
of
this
additional
inspection
was
,
to
convince
Mr
Swiveller
that
the
objects
by
which
he
was
surrounded
were
real
,
and
that
he
saw
them
,
beyond
all
question
,
with
his
waking
eyes
.
‘
It
’
s
an
Arabian
Night
;
that
’
s
what
it
is
,
’
said
Richard
.
‘
I
’
m
in
Damascus
or
Grand
Cairo
.
The
Marchioness
is
a
Genie
,
and
having
had
a
wager
with
another
Genie
about
who
is
the
handsomest
young
man
alive
,
and
the
worthiest
to
be
the
husband
of
the
Princess
of
China
,
has
brought
me
away
,
room
and
all
,
to
compare
us
together
.
Perhaps
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
turning
languidly
round
on
his
pillow
,
and
looking
on
that
side
of
his
bed
which
was
next
the
wall
,
‘
the
Princess
may
be
still
—
No
,
she
’
s
gone
.
’
Not
feeling
quite
satisfied
with
this
explanation
,
as
,
even
taking
it
to
be
the
correct
one
,
it
still
involved
a
little
mystery
and
doubt
,
Mr
Swiveller
raised
the
curtain
again
,
determined
to
take
the
first
favourable
opportunity
of
addressing
his
companion
.
An
occasion
presented
itself
.
The
Marchioness
dealt
,
turned
up
a
knave
,
and
omitted
to
take
the
usual
advantage
;
upon
which
Mr
Swiveller
called
out
as
loud
as
he
could
—
‘
Two
for
his
heels
!
’
The
Marchioness
jumped
up
quickly
and
clapped
her
hands
.
‘
Arabian
Night
,
certainly
,
’
thought
Mr
Swiveller
;
‘
they
always
clap
their
hands
instead
of
ringing
the
bell
.
Now
for
the
two
thousand
black
slaves
,
with
jars
of
jewels
on
their
heads
!
’
It
appeared
,
however
,
that
she
had
only
clapped
her
hands
for
joy
;
for
directly
afterward
she
began
to
laugh
,
and
then
to
cry
;
declaring
,
not
in
choice
Arabic
but
in
familiar
English
,
that
she
was
‘
so
glad
,
she
didn
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
’
‘
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
thoughtfully
,
‘
be
pleased
to
draw
nearer
.
