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‘
It
’
s
embarrassing
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
in
case
of
fire
—
even
an
umbrella
would
be
something
—
but
you
did
quite
right
,
dear
Marchioness
.
I
should
have
died
without
you
!
’
It
was
well
for
the
small
servant
that
she
was
of
a
sharp
,
quick
nature
,
or
the
consequence
of
sending
her
out
alone
,
from
the
very
neighbourhood
in
which
it
was
most
dangerous
for
her
to
appear
,
would
probably
have
been
the
restoration
of
Miss
Sally
Brass
to
the
supreme
authority
over
her
person
.
Not
unmindful
of
the
risk
she
ran
,
however
,
the
Marchioness
no
sooner
left
the
house
than
she
dived
into
the
first
dark
by
-
way
that
presented
itself
,
and
,
without
any
present
reference
to
the
point
to
which
her
journey
tended
,
made
it
her
first
business
to
put
two
good
miles
of
brick
and
mortar
between
herself
and
Bevis
Marks
.
When
she
had
accomplished
this
object
,
she
began
to
shape
her
course
for
the
notary
’
s
office
,
to
which
—
shrewdly
inquiring
of
apple
-
women
and
oyster
-
sellers
at
street
-
corners
,
rather
than
in
lighted
shops
or
of
well
-
dressed
people
,
at
the
hazard
of
attracting
notice
—
she
easily
procured
a
direction
.
As
carrier
-
pigeons
,
on
being
first
let
loose
in
a
strange
place
,
beat
the
air
at
random
for
a
short
time
before
darting
off
towards
the
spot
for
which
they
are
designed
,
so
did
the
Marchioness
flutter
round
and
round
until
she
believed
herself
in
safety
,
and
then
bear
swiftly
down
upon
the
port
for
which
she
was
bound
.
She
had
no
bonnet
—
nothing
on
her
head
but
a
great
cap
which
,
in
some
old
time
,
had
been
worn
by
Sally
Brass
,
whose
taste
in
head
-
dresses
was
,
as
we
have
seen
,
peculiar
—
and
her
speed
was
rather
retarded
than
assisted
by
her
shoes
,
which
,
being
extremely
large
and
slipshod
,
flew
off
every
now
and
then
,
and
were
difficult
to
find
again
,
among
the
crowd
of
passengers
.
Indeed
,
the
poor
little
creature
experienced
so
much
trouble
and
delay
from
having
to
grope
for
these
articles
of
dress
in
mud
and
kennel
,
and
suffered
in
these
researches
so
much
jostling
,
pushing
,
squeezing
and
bandying
from
hand
to
hand
,
that
by
the
time
she
reached
the
street
in
which
the
notary
lived
,
she
was
fairly
worn
out
and
exhausted
,
and
could
not
refrain
from
tears
.
But
to
have
got
there
at
last
was
a
great
comfort
,
especially
as
there
were
lights
still
burning
in
the
office
window
,
and
therefore
some
hope
that
she
was
not
too
late
.
So
the
Marchioness
dried
her
eyes
with
the
backs
of
her
hands
,
and
,
stealing
softly
up
the
steps
,
peeped
in
through
the
glass
door
.
Mr
Chuckster
was
standing
behind
the
lid
of
his
desk
,
making
such
preparations
towards
finishing
off
for
the
night
,
as
pulling
down
his
wristbands
and
pulling
up
his
shirt
-
collar
,
settling
his
neck
more
gracefully
in
his
stock
,
and
secretly
arranging
his
whiskers
by
the
aid
of
a
little
triangular
bit
of
looking
glass
.
Before
the
ashes
of
the
fire
stood
two
gentlemen
,
one
of
whom
she
rightly
judged
to
be
the
notary
,
and
the
other
(
who
was
buttoning
his
great
-
coat
and
was
evidently
about
to
depart
immediately
)
Mr
Abel
Garland
.
Having
made
these
observations
,
the
small
spy
took
counsel
with
herself
,
and
resolved
to
wait
in
the
street
until
Mr
Abel
came
out
,
as
there
would
be
then
no
fear
of
having
to
speak
before
Mr
Chuckster
,
and
less
difficulty
in
delivering
her
message
.
With
this
purpose
she
slipped
out
again
,
and
crossing
the
road
,
sat
down
upon
a
door
-
step
just
opposite
.
She
had
hardly
taken
this
position
,
when
there
came
dancing
up
the
street
,
with
his
legs
all
wrong
,
and
his
head
everywhere
by
turns
,
a
pony
.
This
pony
had
a
little
phaeton
behind
him
,
and
a
man
in
it
;
but
neither
man
nor
phaeton
seemed
to
embarrass
him
in
the
least
,
as
he
reared
up
on
his
hind
legs
,
or
stopped
,
or
went
on
,
or
stood
still
again
,
or
backed
,
or
went
side
-
ways
,
without
the
smallest
reference
to
them
—
just
as
the
fancy
seized
him
,
and
as
if
he
were
the
freest
animal
in
creation
.
When
they
came
to
the
notary
’
s
door
,
the
man
called
out
in
a
very
respectful
manner
,
‘
Woa
then
’
—
intimating
that
if
he
might
venture
to
express
a
wish
,
it
would
be
that
they
stopped
there
.
The
pony
made
a
moment
’
s
pause
;
but
,
as
if
it
occurred
to
him
that
to
stop
when
he
was
required
might
be
to
establish
an
inconvenient
and
dangerous
precedent
,
he
immediately
started
off
again
,
rattled
at
a
fast
trot
to
the
street
corner
,
wheeled
round
,
came
back
,
and
then
stopped
of
his
own
accord
.
‘
Oh
!
you
’
re
a
precious
creatur
!
’
said
the
man
—
who
didn
’
t
venture
by
the
bye
to
come
out
in
his
true
colours
until
he
was
safe
on
the
pavement
.
‘
I
wish
I
had
the
rewarding
of
you
—
I
do
.
’
