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Chapter 50

           Ihavebeenthinkingofrunningaway.’

           ‘Bah!’saidthedwarf.‘Wherewouldyourunto,Dick?’

           ‘Idon’tknow’returnedMrSwiveller.‘TowardsHighgate,Isuppose.Perhapsthebellsmightstrikeup“TurnagainSwiveller,LordMayorofLondon.”Whittington’snamewasDick.Iwishcatswerescarcer.’

           Quilplookedathiscompanionwithhiseyesscrewedupintoacomicalexpressionofcuriosity,andpatientlyawaitedhisfurtherexplanation;uponwhich,however,MrSwivellerappearedinnohurrytoenter,asheateaverylongdinnerinprofoundsilence,finallypushedawayhisplate,threwhimselfbackintohischair,foldedhisarms,andstaredruefullyatthefire,inwhichsomeendsofcigarsweresmokingontheirownaccount,andsendingupafragrantodour.

           ‘Perhapsyou’dlikeabitofcake’saidDick,atlastturningtothedwarf.‘You’requitewelcometoit.Yououghttobe,forit’sofyourmaking.’

           ‘Whatdoyoumean?’saidQuilp.

           MrSwivellerrepliedbytakingfromhispocketasmallandverygreasyparcel,slowlyunfoldingit,anddisplayingalittleslabofplum-cakeextremelyindigestibleinappearance,andborderedwithapasteofwhitesugaraninchandahalfdeep.

           ‘Whatshouldyousaythiswas?’demandedMrSwiveller.

           ‘Itlookslikebride-cake,’repliedthedwarf,grinning.

           ‘Andwhoseshouldyousayitwas?’inquiredMrSwiveller,rubbingthepastryagainsthisnosewithadreadfulcalmness.‘Whose?’

           ‘Not

           ‘Yes,’saidDick,‘thesame.Youneedn’tmentionhername.There’snosuchnamenow.HernameisCheggsnow,SophyCheggs.

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