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‘
Well
then
,
’
said
the
small
servant
,
nodding
;
‘
when
I
was
near
the
office
keyhole
—
as
you
see
me
through
,
you
know
—
I
heard
somebody
saying
that
she
lived
here
,
and
was
the
lady
whose
house
you
lodged
at
,
and
that
you
was
took
very
bad
,
and
wouldn
’
t
nobody
come
and
take
care
of
you
.
Mr
Brass
,
he
says
,
“
It
’
s
no
business
of
mine
,
”
he
says
;
and
Miss
Sally
,
she
says
,
“
He
’
s
a
funny
chap
,
but
it
’
s
no
business
of
mine
;
”
and
the
lady
went
away
,
and
slammed
the
door
to
,
when
she
went
out
,
I
can
tell
you
.
So
I
run
away
that
night
,
and
come
here
,
and
told
‘
em
you
was
my
brother
,
and
they
believed
me
,
and
I
’
ve
been
here
ever
since
.
’
‘
This
poor
little
Marchioness
has
been
wearing
herself
to
death
!
’
cried
Dick
.
‘
No
I
haven
’
t
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
not
a
bit
of
it
.
Don
’
t
you
mind
about
me
.
I
like
sitting
up
,
and
I
’
ve
often
had
a
sleep
,
bless
you
,
in
one
of
them
chairs
.
But
if
you
could
have
seen
how
you
tried
to
jump
out
o
’
winder
,
and
if
you
could
have
heard
how
you
used
to
keep
on
singing
and
making
speeches
,
you
wouldn
’
t
have
believed
it
—
I
’
m
so
glad
you
’
re
better
,
Mr
Liverer
.
’
‘
Liverer
indeed
!
’
said
Dick
thoughtfully
.
‘
It
’
s
well
I
am
a
liverer
.
I
strongly
suspect
I
should
have
died
,
Marchioness
,
but
for
you
.
’
At
this
point
,
Mr
Swiveller
took
the
small
servant
’
s
hand
in
his
again
,
and
being
,
as
we
have
seen
,
but
poorly
,
might
in
struggling
to
express
his
thanks
have
made
his
eyes
as
red
as
hers
,
but
that
she
quickly
changed
the
theme
by
making
him
lie
down
,
and
urging
him
to
keep
very
quiet
.
‘
The
doctor
,
’
she
told
him
,
‘
said
you
was
to
be
kept
quite
still
,
and
there
was
to
be
no
noise
nor
nothing
.
Now
,
take
a
rest
,
and
then
we
’
ll
talk
again
.
I
’
ll
sit
by
you
,
you
know
.
If
you
shut
your
eyes
,
perhaps
you
’
ll
go
to
sleep
.
You
’
ll
be
all
the
better
for
it
,
if
you
do
.
’
The
Marchioness
,
in
saying
these
words
,
brought
a
little
table
to
the
bedside
,
took
her
seat
at
it
,
and
began
to
work
away
at
the
concoction
of
some
cooling
drink
,
with
the
address
of
a
score
of
chemists
.
Richard
Swiveller
being
indeed
fatigued
,
fell
into
a
slumber
,
and
waking
in
about
half
an
hour
,
inquired
what
time
it
was
.
‘
Just
gone
half
after
six
,
’
replied
his
small
friend
,
helping
him
to
sit
up
again
.
