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‘
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
plucking
off
his
nightcap
and
flinging
it
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
;
‘
if
you
’
ll
do
me
the
favour
to
retire
for
a
few
minutes
and
see
what
sort
of
a
night
it
is
,
I
’
ll
get
up
.
’
‘
You
mustn
’
t
think
of
such
a
thing
,
’
cried
his
nurse
.
‘
I
must
indeed
,
’
said
the
patient
,
looking
round
the
room
.
‘
Whereabouts
are
my
clothes
?
’
‘
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
glad
—
you
haven
’
t
got
any
,
’
replied
the
Marchioness
.
‘
Ma
’
am
!
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
in
great
astonishment
.
‘
I
’
ve
been
obliged
to
sell
them
,
every
one
,
to
get
the
things
that
was
ordered
for
you
.
But
don
’
t
take
on
about
that
,
’
urged
the
Marchioness
,
as
Dick
fell
back
upon
his
pillow
.
‘
You
’
re
too
weak
to
stand
,
indeed
.
’
‘
I
am
afraid
,
’
said
Richard
dolefully
,
‘
that
you
’
re
right
.
What
ought
I
to
do
!
what
is
to
be
done
!
’
It
naturally
occurred
to
him
on
very
little
reflection
,
that
the
first
step
to
take
would
be
to
communicate
with
one
of
the
Mr
Garlands
instantly
.
It
was
very
possible
that
Mr
Abel
had
not
yet
left
the
office
.
In
as
little
time
as
it
takes
to
tell
it
,
the
small
servant
had
the
address
in
pencil
on
a
piece
of
paper
;
a
verbal
description
of
father
and
son
,
which
would
enable
her
to
recognise
either
,
without
difficulty
;
and
a
special
caution
to
be
shy
of
Mr
Chuckster
,
in
consequence
of
that
gentleman
’
s
known
antipathy
to
Kit
.
Armed
with
these
slender
powers
,
she
hurried
away
,
commissioned
to
bring
either
old
Mr
Garland
or
Mr
Abel
,
bodily
,
to
that
apartment
‘
I
suppose
,
’
said
Dick
,
as
she
closed
the
door
slowly
,
and
peeped
into
the
room
again
,
to
make
sure
that
he
was
comfortable
,
‘
I
suppose
there
’
s
nothing
left
—
not
so
much
as
a
waistcoat
even
?
’
‘
No
,
nothing
.
’
