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danger if it was well done, and then Mr Brass pulls out his pocketbook, and says, Well, he says, here it is Quilps own five-pound note. Well agree that way, then, he says. Kits coming tomorrow morning, I know. While hes upstairs, youll get out of the way, and Ill clear off Mr Richard. Having Kit alone, Ill hold him in conversation, and put this property in his hat. Ill manage so, besides, he says, that Mr Richard shall find it there, and be the evidence. And if that dont get Christopher out of Mr Quilps way, and satisfy Mr Quilps grudges, he says, the Devils 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 downstairs 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 didnt do, you was gone, and so was the lodger though I think I should have been frightened to tell him, even if hed been there. Ever since I come here, youve been out of your senses, and what would have been the good of telling you then? Marchioness, said Mr Swiveller, plucking off his nightcap and flinging it to the other end of the room; if youll do me the favour to retire for a few minutes and see what sort of a night it is, Ill get up. You mustnt think of such a thing, cried his nurse. I must indeed, said the patient, looking round the room. Whereabouts are my clothes? Oh, Im so glad you havent got any, replied the Marchioness. Maam! said Mr Swiveller, in great astonishment. Ive been obliged to sell them, every one, to get the things that was ordered for you. But dont take on about that, urged the Marchioness, as Dick fell back upon his pillow. Youre too weak to stand, indeed. I am afraid, said Richard dolefully, that youre 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 gentlemans 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 theres nothing left not so much as a waistcoat even? No, nothing. Its 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! |
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