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First
of
all
,
will
you
have
the
goodness
to
inform
me
where
I
shall
find
my
voice
;
and
secondly
,
what
has
become
of
my
flesh
?
’
The
Marchioness
only
shook
her
head
mournfully
,
and
cried
again
;
whereupon
Mr
Swiveller
(
being
very
weak
)
felt
his
own
eyes
affected
likewise
.
‘
I
begin
to
infer
,
from
your
manner
,
and
these
appearances
,
Marchioness
,
’
said
Richard
after
a
pause
,
and
smiling
with
a
trembling
lip
,
‘
that
I
have
been
ill
.
’
‘
You
just
have
!
’
replied
the
small
servant
,
wiping
her
eyes
.
‘
And
haven
’
t
you
been
a
talking
nonsense
!
’
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Very
ill
,
Marchioness
,
have
I
been
?
’
‘
Dead
,
all
but
,
’
replied
the
small
servant
.
‘
I
never
thought
you
’
d
get
better
.
Thank
Heaven
you
have
!
’
Mr
Swiveller
was
silent
for
a
long
while
.
By
and
bye
,
he
began
to
talk
again
,
inquiring
how
long
he
had
been
there
.
‘
Three
weeks
to
-
morrow
,
’
replied
the
servant
.
‘
Three
what
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Weeks
,
’
returned
the
Marchioness
emphatically
;
‘
three
long
,
slow
weeks
.
’
