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‘
That
’
s
right
!
’
said
Dick
;
‘
and
hearty
of
him
;
and
I
honour
him
from
this
time
.
But
get
some
supper
and
a
mug
of
beer
,
for
I
am
sure
you
must
be
tired
.
Do
have
a
mug
of
beer
.
It
will
do
me
as
much
good
to
see
you
take
it
as
if
I
might
drink
it
myself
.
’
Nothing
but
this
assurance
could
have
prevailed
upon
the
small
nurse
to
indulge
in
such
a
luxury
.
Having
eaten
and
drunk
to
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
extreme
contentment
,
given
him
his
drink
,
and
put
everything
in
neat
order
,
she
wrapped
herself
in
an
old
coverlet
and
lay
down
upon
the
rug
before
the
fire
.
Mr
Swiveller
was
by
that
time
murmuring
in
his
sleep
,
‘
Strew
then
,
oh
strew
,
a
bed
of
rushes
.
Here
will
we
stay
,
till
morning
blushes
Good
night
,
Marchioness
!
’
On
awaking
in
the
morning
,
Richard
Swiveller
became
conscious
,
by
slow
degrees
,
of
whispering
voices
in
his
room
.
Looking
out
between
the
curtains
,
he
espied
Mr
Garland
,
Mr
Abel
,
the
notary
,
and
the
single
gentleman
,
gathered
round
the
Marchioness
,
and
talking
to
her
with
great
earnestness
but
in
very
subdued
tones
—
fearing
,
no
doubt
,
to
disturb
him
.
He
lost
no
time
in
letting
them
know
that
this
precaution
was
unnecessary
,
and
all
four
gentlemen
directly
approached
his
bedside
.
Old
Mr
Garland
was
the
first
to
stretch
out
his
hand
,
and
inquire
how
he
felt
.
Dick
was
about
to
answer
that
he
felt
much
better
,
though
still
as
weak
as
need
be
,
when
his
little
nurse
,
pushing
the
visitors
aside
and
pressing
up
to
his
pillow
as
if
in
jealousy
of
their
interference
,
set
his
breakfast
before
him
,
and
insisted
on
his
taking
it
before
he
underwent
the
fatigue
of
speaking
or
of
being
spoken
to
.
Mr
Swiveller
,
who
was
perfectly
ravenous
,
and
had
had
,
all
night
,
amazingly
distinct
and
consistent
dreams
of
mutton
chops
,
double
stout
,
and
similar
delicacies
,
felt
even
the
weak
tea
and
dry
toast
such
irresistible
temptations
,
that
he
consented
to
eat
and
drink
on
one
condition
.
‘
And
that
is
,
’
said
Dick
,
returning
the
pressure
of
Mr
Garland
’
s
hand
,
‘
that
you
answer
me
this
question
truly
,
before
I
take
a
bit
or
drop
.
Is
it
too
late
?
’
‘
For
completing
the
work
you
began
so
well
last
night
?
’
returned
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
No
.
Set
your
mind
at
rest
on
that
point
.
It
is
not
,
I
assure
you
.
’
Comforted
by
this
intelligence
,
the
patient
applied
himself
to
his
food
with
a
keen
appetite
,
though
evidently
not
with
a
greater
zest
in
the
eating
than
his
nurse
appeared
to
have
in
seeing
him
eat
.
The
manner
of
this
meal
was
this
:
—
Mr
Swiveller
,
holding
the
slice
of
toast
or
cup
of
tea
in
his
left
hand
,
and
taking
a
bite
or
drink
,
as
the
case
might
be
,
constantly
kept
,
in
his
right
,
one
palm
of
the
Marchioness
tight
locked
;
and
to
shake
,
or
even
to
kiss
this
imprisoned
hand
,
he
would
stop
every
now
and
then
,
in
the
very
act
of
swallowing
,
with
perfect
seriousness
of
intention
,
and
the
utmost
gravity
.
As
often
as
he
put
anything
into
his
mouth
,
whether
for
eating
or
drinking
,
the
face
of
the
Marchioness
lighted
up
beyond
all
description
;
but
whenever
he
gave
her
one
or
other
of
these
tokens
of
recognition
,
her
countenance
became
overshadowed
,
and
she
began
to
sob
.
Now
,
whether
she
was
in
her
laughing
joy
,
or
in
her
crying
one
,
the
Marchioness
could
not
help
turning
to
the
visitors
with
an
appealing
look
,
which
seemed
to
say
,
‘
You
see
this
fellow
—
can
I
help
this
?
’
—
and
they
,
being
thus
made
,
as
it
were
,
parties
to
the
scene
,
as
regularly
answered
by
another
look
,
‘
No
.
Certainly
not
.
’
This
dumb
-
show
,
taking
place
during
the
whole
time
of
the
invalid
’
s
breakfast
,
and
the
invalid
himself
,
pale
and
emaciated
,
performing
no
small
part
in
the
same
,
it
may
be
fairly
questioned
whether
at
any
meal
,
where
no
word
,
good
or
bad
,
was
spoken
from
beginning
to
end
,
so
much
was
expressed
by
gestures
in
themselves
so
slight
and
unimportant
.
