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‘
They
kept
me
very
short
,
’
said
the
small
servant
.
‘
Oh
!
you
can
’
t
think
how
short
they
kept
me
!
So
I
used
to
come
out
at
night
after
they
’
d
gone
to
bed
,
and
feel
about
in
the
dark
for
bits
of
biscuit
,
or
sangwitches
that
you
’
d
left
in
the
office
,
or
even
pieces
of
orange
peel
to
put
into
cold
water
and
make
believe
it
was
wine
.
Did
you
ever
taste
orange
peel
and
water
?
’
Mr
Swiveller
replied
that
he
had
never
tasted
that
ardent
liquor
;
and
once
more
urged
his
friend
to
resume
the
thread
of
her
narrative
.
‘
If
you
make
believe
very
much
,
it
’
s
quite
nice
,
’
said
the
small
servant
,
‘
but
if
you
don
’
t
,
you
know
,
it
seems
as
if
it
would
bear
a
little
more
seasoning
,
certainly
.
Well
,
sometimes
I
used
to
come
out
after
they
’
d
gone
to
bed
,
and
sometimes
before
,
you
know
;
and
one
or
two
nights
before
there
was
all
that
precious
noise
in
the
office
—
when
the
young
man
was
took
,
I
mean
—
I
come
upstairs
while
Mr
Brass
and
Miss
Sally
was
a
-
sittin
’
at
the
office
fire
;
and
I
tell
you
the
truth
,
that
I
come
to
listen
again
,
about
the
key
of
the
safe
.
’
Mr
Swiveller
gathered
up
his
knees
so
as
to
make
a
great
cone
of
the
bedclothes
,
and
conveyed
into
his
countenance
an
expression
of
the
utmost
concern
.
But
the
small
servant
pausing
,
and
holding
up
her
finger
,
the
cone
gently
disappeared
,
though
the
look
of
concern
did
not
.
‘
There
was
him
and
her
,
’
said
the
small
servant
,
‘
a
-
sittin
’
by
the
fire
,
and
talking
softly
together
.
Mr
Brass
says
to
Miss
Sally
,
“
Upon
my
word
,
”
he
says
“
it
’
s
a
dangerous
thing
,
and
it
might
get
us
into
a
world
of
trouble
,
and
I
don
’
t
half
like
it
.
”
She
says
—
you
know
her
way
—
she
says
,
“
You
’
re
the
chickenest
-
hearted
,
feeblest
,
faintest
man
I
ever
see
,
and
I
think
,
”
she
says
,
“
that
I
ought
to
have
been
the
brother
,
and
you
the
sister
.
Isn
’
t
Quilp
,
”
she
says
,
“
our
principal
support
?
”
“
He
certainly
is
,
”
says
Mr
Brass
,
“
And
an
’
t
we
,
”
she
says
,
“
constantly
ruining
somebody
or
other
in
the
way
of
business
?
”
“
We
certainly
are
,
”
says
Mr
Brass
.
“
Then
does
it
signify
,
”
she
says
,
“
about
ruining
this
Kit
when
Quilp
desires
it
?
”
“
It
certainly
does
not
signify
,
”
says
Mr
Brass
.
Then
they
whispered
and
laughed
for
a
long
time
about
there
being
no
danger
if
it
was
well
done
,
and
then
Mr
Brass
pulls
out
his
pocket
-
book
,
and
says
,
“
Well
,
”
he
says
,
“
here
it
is
—
Quilp
’
s
own
five
-
pound
note
.
We
’
ll
agree
that
way
,
then
,
”
he
says
.
“
Kit
’
s
coming
to
-
morrow
morning
,
I
know
.
While
he
’
s
up
-
stairs
,
you
’
ll
get
out
of
the
way
,
and
I
’
ll
clear
off
Mr
Richard
.
Having
Kit
alone
,
I
’
ll
hold
him
in
conversation
,
and
put
this
property
in
his
hat
.
I
’
ll
manage
so
,
besides
,
”
he
says
,
“
that
Mr
Richard
shall
find
it
there
,
and
be
the
evidence
.
And
if
that
don
’
t
get
Christopher
out
of
Mr
Quilp
’
s
way
,
and
satisfy
Mr
Quilp
’
s
grudges
,
”
he
says
,
“
the
Devil
’
s
in
it
.
”
Miss
Sally
laughed
,
and
said
that
was
the
plan
,
and
as
they
seemed
to
be
moving
away
,
and
I
was
afraid
to
stop
any
longer
,
I
went
down
-
stairs
again
.
—
There
!
’
The
small
servant
had
gradually
worked
herself
into
as
much
agitation
as
Mr
Swiveller
,
and
therefore
made
no
effort
to
restrain
him
when
he
sat
up
in
bed
and
hastily
demanded
whether
this
story
had
been
told
to
anybody
.
‘
How
could
it
be
?
’
replied
his
nurse
.
‘
I
was
almost
afraid
to
think
about
it
,
and
hoped
the
young
man
would
be
let
off
.
When
I
heard
‘
em
say
they
had
found
him
guilty
of
what
he
didn
’
t
do
,
you
was
gone
,
and
so
was
the
lodger
—
though
I
think
I
should
have
been
frightened
to
tell
him
,
even
if
he
’
d
been
there
.
Ever
since
I
come
here
,
you
’
ve
been
out
of
your
senses
,
and
what
would
have
been
the
good
of
telling
you
then
?
’
