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It
would
be
tedious
to
pursue
the
conversation
through
all
its
artful
windings
,
or
to
develope
the
gradual
approaches
by
which
the
heart
of
Richard
Swiveller
was
gained
.
It
is
sufficient
to
know
that
vanity
,
interest
,
poverty
,
and
every
spendthrift
consideration
urged
him
to
look
upon
the
proposal
with
favour
,
and
that
where
all
other
inducements
were
wanting
,
the
habitual
carelessness
of
his
disposition
stepped
in
and
still
weighed
down
the
scale
on
the
same
side
.
To
these
impulses
must
be
added
the
complete
ascendancy
which
his
friend
had
long
been
accustomed
to
exercise
over
him
—
an
ascendancy
exerted
in
the
beginning
sorely
at
the
expense
of
his
friend
’
s
vices
,
and
was
in
nine
cases
out
of
ten
looked
upon
as
his
designing
tempter
when
he
was
indeed
nothing
but
his
thoughtless
,
light
-
headed
tool
.
The
motives
on
the
other
side
were
something
deeper
than
any
which
Richard
Swiveller
entertained
or
understood
,
but
these
being
left
to
their
own
development
,
require
no
present
elucidation
.
The
negotiation
was
concluded
very
pleasantly
,
and
Mr
Swiveller
was
in
the
act
of
stating
in
flowery
terms
that
he
had
no
insurmountable
objection
to
marrying
anybody
plentifully
endowed
with
money
or
moveables
,
who
could
be
induced
to
take
him
,
when
he
was
interrupted
in
his
observations
by
a
knock
at
the
door
,
and
the
consequent
necessity
of
crying
‘
Come
in
.
’
The
door
was
opened
,
but
nothing
came
in
except
a
soapy
arm
and
a
strong
gush
of
tobacco
.
The
gush
of
tobacco
came
from
the
shop
downstairs
,
and
the
soapy
arm
proceeded
from
the
body
of
a
servant
-
girl
,
who
being
then
and
there
engaged
in
cleaning
the
stairs
had
just
drawn
it
out
of
a
warm
pail
to
take
in
a
letter
,
which
letter
she
now
held
in
her
hand
,
proclaiming
aloud
with
that
quick
perception
of
surnames
peculiar
to
her
class
that
it
was
for
Mister
Snivelling
.
Dick
looked
rather
pale
and
foolish
when
he
glanced
at
the
direction
,
and
still
more
so
when
he
came
to
look
at
the
inside
,
observing
that
it
was
one
of
the
inconveniences
of
being
a
lady
’
s
man
,
and
that
it
was
very
easy
to
talk
as
they
had
been
talking
,
but
he
had
quite
forgotten
her
.
‘
Her
.
Who
?
’
demanded
Trent
.
‘
Sophy
Wackles
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
Who
’
s
she
?
’
‘
She
’
s
all
my
fancy
painted
her
,
sir
,
that
’
s
what
she
is
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
taking
a
long
pull
at
‘
the
rosy
’
and
looking
gravely
at
his
friend
.
‘
She
’
s
lovely
,
she
’
s
divine
.
You
know
her
.
’
‘
I
remember
,
’
said
his
companion
carelessly
.
‘
What
of
her
?
’
