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‘
Yes
,
’
replied
the
small
servant
.
‘
In
—
in
Bevis
Marks
?
’
pursued
Dick
hastily
.
‘
Conversations
between
Brass
and
Sally
?
’
‘
Yes
,
’
cried
the
small
servant
again
.
Richard
Swiveller
thrust
his
lank
arm
out
of
bed
,
and
,
gripping
her
by
the
wrist
and
drawing
her
close
to
him
,
bade
her
out
with
it
,
and
freely
too
,
or
he
would
not
answer
for
the
consequences
;
being
wholly
unable
to
endure
the
state
of
excitement
and
expectation
.
She
,
seeing
that
he
was
greatly
agitated
,
and
that
the
effects
of
postponing
her
revelation
might
be
much
more
injurious
than
any
that
were
likely
to
ensue
from
its
being
made
at
once
,
promised
compliance
,
on
condition
that
the
patient
kept
himself
perfectly
quiet
,
and
abstained
from
starting
up
or
tossing
about
.
‘
But
if
you
begin
to
do
that
,
’
said
the
small
servant
,
‘
I
’
ll
leave
off
.
And
so
I
tell
you
.
’
‘
You
can
’
t
leave
off
,
till
you
have
gone
on
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
And
do
go
on
,
there
’
s
a
darling
.
Speak
,
sister
,
speak
.
Pretty
Polly
say
.
Oh
tell
me
when
,
and
tell
me
where
,
pray
Marchioness
,
I
beseech
you
!
’
Unable
to
resist
these
fervent
adjurations
,
which
Richard
Swiveller
poured
out
as
passionately
as
if
they
had
been
of
the
most
solemn
and
tremendous
nature
,
his
companion
spoke
thus
:
‘
Well
!
Before
I
run
away
,
I
used
to
sleep
in
the
kitchen
—
where
we
played
cards
,
you
know
.
Miss
Sally
used
to
keep
the
key
of
the
kitchen
door
in
her
pocket
,
and
she
always
come
down
at
night
to
take
away
the
candle
and
rake
out
the
fire
.
When
she
had
done
that
,
she
left
me
to
go
to
bed
in
the
dark
,
locked
the
door
on
the
outside
,
put
the
key
in
her
pocket
again
,
and
kept
me
locked
up
till
she
come
down
in
the
morning
—
very
early
I
can
tell
you
—
and
let
me
out
.
I
was
terrible
afraid
of
being
kept
like
this
,
because
if
there
was
a
fire
,
I
thought
they
might
forget
me
and
only
take
care
of
themselves
you
know
.
So
,
whenever
I
see
an
old
rusty
key
anywhere
,
I
picked
it
up
and
tried
if
it
would
fit
the
door
,
and
at
last
I
found
in
the
dust
cellar
a
key
that
did
fit
it
.
’
Here
,
Mr
Swiveller
made
a
violent
demonstration
with
his
legs
.
But
the
small
servant
immediately
pausing
in
her
talk
,
he
subsided
again
,
and
pleading
a
momentary
forgetfulness
of
their
compact
,
entreated
her
to
proceed
.
