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And
with
that
he
fell
down
flat
again
,
as
suddenly
as
if
he
had
been
shot
.
Thus
he
remained
,
motionless
and
bereft
of
speech
,
until
she
had
finished
her
meal
,
put
everything
in
its
place
,
and
swept
the
hearth
;
when
he
motioned
her
to
bring
a
chair
to
the
bedside
,
and
,
being
propped
up
again
,
opened
a
farther
conversation
.
‘
And
so
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
you
have
run
away
?
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
Marchioness
,
‘
and
they
’
ve
been
a
tizing
of
me
.
’
‘
Been
—
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
said
Dick
—
‘
what
have
they
been
doing
?
’
‘
Been
a
tizing
of
me
—
tizing
you
know
—
in
the
newspapers
,
’
rejoined
the
Marchioness
.
‘
Aye
,
aye
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
advertising
?
’
The
small
servant
nodded
,
and
winked
.
Her
eyes
were
so
red
with
waking
and
crying
,
that
the
Tragic
Muse
might
have
winked
with
greater
consistency
.
And
so
Dick
felt
.
‘
Tell
me
,
’
said
he
,
‘
how
it
was
that
you
thought
of
coming
here
.
’
‘
Why
,
you
see
,
’
returned
the
Marchioness
,
‘
when
you
was
gone
,
I
hadn
’
t
any
friend
at
all
,
because
the
lodger
he
never
come
back
,
and
I
didn
’
t
know
where
either
him
or
you
was
to
be
found
,
you
know
.
But
one
morning
,
when
I
was
—
’
‘
Was
near
a
keyhole
?
’
suggested
Mr
Swiveller
,
observing
that
she
faltered
.
