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The
bare
thought
of
having
been
in
such
extremity
,
caused
Richard
to
fall
into
another
silence
,
and
to
lie
flat
down
again
,
at
his
full
length
.
The
Marchioness
,
having
arranged
the
bed
-
clothes
more
comfortably
,
and
felt
that
his
hands
and
forehead
were
quite
cool
—
a
discovery
that
filled
her
with
delight
—
cried
a
little
more
,
and
then
applied
herself
to
getting
tea
ready
,
and
making
some
thin
dry
toast
.
While
she
was
thus
engaged
,
Mr
Swiveller
looked
on
with
a
grateful
heart
,
very
much
astonished
to
see
how
thoroughly
at
home
she
made
herself
,
and
attributing
this
attention
,
in
its
origin
,
to
Sally
Brass
,
whom
,
in
his
own
mind
,
he
could
not
thank
enough
.
When
the
Marchioness
had
finished
her
toasting
,
she
spread
a
clean
cloth
on
a
tray
,
and
brought
him
some
crisp
slices
and
a
great
basin
of
weak
tea
,
with
which
(
she
said
)
the
doctor
had
left
word
he
might
refresh
himself
when
he
awoke
.
She
propped
him
up
with
pillows
,
if
not
as
skilfully
as
if
she
had
been
a
professional
nurse
all
her
life
,
at
least
as
tenderly
;
and
looked
on
with
unutterable
satisfaction
while
the
patient
—
stopping
every
now
and
then
to
shake
her
by
the
hand
—
took
his
poor
meal
with
an
appetite
and
relish
,
which
the
greatest
dainties
of
the
earth
,
under
any
other
circumstances
,
would
have
failed
to
provoke
.
Having
cleared
away
,
and
disposed
everything
comfortably
about
him
again
,
she
sat
down
at
the
table
to
take
her
own
tea
.
‘
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
how
’
s
Sally
?
’
The
small
servant
screwed
her
face
into
an
expression
of
the
very
uttermost
entanglement
of
slyness
,
and
shook
her
head
.
‘
What
,
haven
’
t
you
seen
her
lately
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Seen
her
!
’
cried
the
small
servant
.
‘
Bless
you
,
I
’
ve
run
away
!
’
Mr
Swiveller
immediately
laid
himself
down
again
quite
flat
,
and
so
remained
for
about
five
minutes
.
By
slow
degrees
he
resumed
his
sitting
posture
after
that
lapse
of
time
,
and
inquired
:
‘
And
where
do
you
live
,
Marchioness
?
’
‘
Live
!
’
cried
the
small
servant
.
‘
Here
!
’
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
.
